Miss Margot jumped up on the bed (she rarely snuggles) and curled up right next to me and permitted me to skritch her and tell her she was pretty. (I can’t tell her she is smart, that would be a lie.) She edges her bum closer and closer to my face, and just when I’m thinking she might settle in for the night, she drops a couple of SBDs and jumps down when I burst out laughing.
Truly, I have the cat I deserve.
Later…. she came in, jumped up on the desk and started knocking shit off. Cats are assholes.
That’s what you get for making your room and your desk navigable by cats.
I’m going to keep a water spritzer handy.