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. 🙂