I have fur in my face. Actually, a fur butt. It’s really hard to type with a fur butt in your face. My cats have ignored me all morning. Now that I’m in my office at my computer ready to do some work, they can’t leave me alone. At least the older one is just lying on the desk in front of the window, curled up and sleeping. The young one, however, thinks I need to see his butt. A lot. I move him, he moves back. I move him again, back he comes. He’s finally clued in to the fact that if he stands between me and my keyboard, with his butt in my face, that he’s gonna get moved. He’s decided to stretch out on my lap, with his head against my arm, and sleep. We’ll see how long this lasts.
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