The other afternoon, I gathered materials to start working on a post-lunch writing project. I brought my journal, calendar/planner, and Nook with me and stacked them nicely beside my computer keyboard. I was going to move the keyboard and make a bit of space then journal/plan/read. But almost as soon as I had done that, the fluffy, needy cat sat square on my stack of supplies. I'd been completely and totally cock-blocked ... in a feline/literary sort of way.
Bad cat.
The good cat was nicely asleep on the cat-pillow I've placed on my desk as a preemptive strike against such shenanigans.
Apparently, I need more cat-pillows.
