… sitting in my recliner chair with my laptop on my lap (strangely), and Someone decides it’s HIS laptop:
Dunno how long he would’ve sat there, but I feared what keys were being pressed under his furry little (_|_). And I was right:
for although it was easy to shut down all the windows he’d opened and get out of aeroplane mode, I found I could no longer type and had to re-start the PC. Ah, life with A Very Young Cat ! :)
Then he simply got onto my lap (sans laptop) and looked at me. So I picked him up in my arms, and after about two seconds’ stiffening, he relaxed completely, curled up and went to sleep. I sat there holding him for 1½ hours !, during which time he did change position, but only to burrow his little face into the crook of my right elbow.
Gosh, life’s tough with A Very Young Cat. :)
Eventually I woke him up, telling him that I was hungry; and we both had some breakfast. He managed to leap from the laptop
onto the dining-room table and sniffed at my toasted pita with butter and marmalade, wanting of course !) to lick the butter off; but I selfishly didn’t let him. Pfuh !
So it was obviously time to play:
and now we’re both exhausted. Sort of.
How can a wee moggy be so GAME ?