Pem’s main redeeming quality is that she is a cuddly cat, at least where I am concerned. She was cuddly with my sister, too, so it seems to be a fixed trait. She’s not constantly on my lap, but if I’m sitting on the couch or window seat there’s a good chance she’ll be sitting on me at least part of the time. So much so that I even make her get off (!) if I need to pee or do something else in a timely manner. If Birdie ends up on my lap, on the other hand, I hardly dare move, and will attempt to stay put for long past the point of discomfort, because she does so maybe every two months.
Unfortunately, when one is sitting on a window seat, it is hard to type when a cat is betwixt one and one’s laptop. Not very ergonomic. Pem doesn’t seem to particularly appreciate the arrangement either, and tends to nip to express her disapproval. I find even gentle nips unpleasant.
On the other hand, this is a perfect excuse if I don’t happen to write. Irrespective of the real reason, it likely played a minor role at least. I’m not someone to fail to take advantage of a good excuse.
Well, I can’t write now. A cat is sitting on my lap.