Today B.B. stands for "Biscuit Bandit", the kitten who came to live with us a few weeks ago when my husband found him by a dumpster. The reason he picked B.B. up was because he was both clean and friendly and we were out of cats.
Obviously, I'm not making a lot of progress. B.B. particularly likes the warmth of the lamp and apparently the pins in the Pomegranate Tree don't bother him. Looks like I'll have to tuck him into my sweater like a kangaroo. Then we'll both be happy. He can sleep and I can sew.