My Very Best Friend

I’ve been using my laptop at the kitchen table lately because there’s more room at the table than on my desk and with research and paper-writing to do, it just makes sense.

The cat loves it. Usually when I get home he barely lifts his head to acknowledge me and then he sleeps until I come back downstairs to fix dinner. For the past couple of days he’s been sitting right next to me and the love my feet have been getting is truly remarkable. As long as I occasionally give him a pat on the head, he stays put.

Right now, he’s sitting next to me and his bag of Kosmic Kitty Katnip. All is very right with the world.

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1 Response to My Very Best Friend

  1. Liz says:

    That is so sweet. I wish I could feel that way about the current mess called cat we have now. But we have had some awesome cats, and you made me miss them terribly with this post.

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