Don't ever question my ability to get work accomplished. Usually, I have a little furry "friend" (and I use that term kind of lightly) that needs to lay between the monitor and me. Seems sweet and nice, until he has to stand up, stretch, reposition himself every three minutes.
If I'm awake, he needs to be *right there*, under my feet or on my lap begging for love.
In fact, I feel confident that he thinks I'm his girlfriend. If Gene comes around for a kiss, my tiny furry boyfriend meows and attempts to interrupt.
Sometimes it works.
Spoiled boy.
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