Bear is asleep on my arm. It is cute but hard to do work. I let him stay there for about 30 minutes.
I find it very therapeutic to hold both cats at once and they don’t mind because they snuggle anyway. All Muppets were really pissed that I tried to add Macy.
The latest in my roster of Pet Songs is “You Are the Best Cat” to the tune of Ray Lamontagne’s “You Are the Best Thing.”
She’s working on grad school, I’m working on my memoir. I am the third person she’s battleshipped with on this couch today.
And my cat Bear sat between us, slowly rolling up on Damien. Eventually he leaned in and started licking her computer. I pulled him away, explained how rude that was to him and about five minutes later out of nowhere he meows really loudly as though his offense at the ban on electronic licking was only just registering. Then he jumped off the couch and walked away.
I’ve written 826 words.
Pile of Persian Princes! I did not think they would tolerate this. I think the trick is to get home from work really late and do it right away while they’re still glad to see you.
My handsome Himalayan boy Bear got a haircut yesterday and he is as excited as he can express (sleeping in new spots, seeking more affection between his 23 hour naps). Since I haven’t vacuumed this week yet, he just ambled up to me with a big tumbleweed of cat hair stuck to his paw. Hilarious realness.
