On a Needy Cat

I have a needy cat in my lap.

Woody hasn’t done this in a while. He came up to the desk, jumped into my lap, made himself at home with a bath, and promptly passed out.

He’s in the way. Typing is difficult.

Needy! Needy! Needy!

I think I may shove the Woodrow out of my lap, crawl into bed, and read some Casino Royale until sleep. Sounds like a plan to me. 🙂

One thought on “On a Needy Cat

  1. One of my mother’s cats is always that needy, when she’s busy with something and can’t really have a cat in her lap. When she’s ready to hold the kitty, of course, the reaction is, “What the heck do ~you~ want, lady?”

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