An assistant to the way life's shaking out

[sovay]

A photographic sequence, in which it is explained why for several hours this afternoon I did nothing except sit in the green basket chair.







I noticed some time ago that I talk to the cats as I do not talk to myself when I am alone, but I also use more endearments with them than I use with anyone who isn't my niece, so that I comforted Autolycus easing back into sleep after a startling noise outside with there you go, my lovelet, my dear, my darling, my sweetheart, my jo. It seemed to work. I read some more of Dick Francis' Proof (1984) and didn't go anywhere for another forty-five minutes.

Comments

[chanter1944]

Awwwww. Lap kitties are the best. :) And it takes, at least for me, supreme effort of will or genuine necessity or both to make a settled-in purrer move if they've curled up on me.

[sovay]

And it takes, at least for me, supreme effort of will or genuine necessity or both to make a settled-in purrer move if they've curled up on me.

It's just not done.

[sporky_rat]

I'll only move a cat if I've got to go use the restroom. Nothing else will move me. I was well trained.

[chanter1944]

Yep. The potty calls, or I've been stuck in one position for too darn long and simply need to move. Either way, I feel like something of a jerk when relocating a kitty cat. ... I miss cats, darn it.