The sound you hear like a thousand boulders rhythmically being ground together: a cat's contented purr.
The whisky-whispering sound: the cat's paw being repeatedly ushered off the touchpad by the cat's personal servant.
The sudden scream: the cat registering displeasure at having said paw removed from said touchpad by trying to bite off the servant's hand.
Yup. It's getting cold outside, so every time I sit down, I end up with a feline draped across both arms. I reserve the right to blame any late posts, bizarre typos, or inexplicable non-sequitars on this fact.
awwww, I love Kitties, one of mine often demands to assist me while I am at the computer :-)
ReplyDeleteSuch a big hep! It's no fair dat kitties can't blog. :)
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