first off, i love my kitty. absolutely to pieces. i cuddle him ALL the time. but sometimes, a girl wants to sit here at the computer and eat her breakfast and surf a bit without 17 lbs of furball on her lap-especially on a hot day.
Wonton does not care. he came and sat by my chair and gave me The Eyes. i reached down and scratched behind his ears, then threw his mousie to distract him. He wandered over and sniffed it, and came back and sat down and looked up at me like "well...are you going to let me up on your lap, or what?". so i ignore him and put some music on.
ten minutes later he hops up on my desk, proceeding to knock everything over, and stands there and looks at me like "PLEASE can i come on your lap?
needless to say, he won. he's now sitting on my lap, i cant hold my plate of food properly, and i have to have it set on the desk and take one careful bite at a time. Also, it's hot. i feel like i'm draped with a fur coat.
Wonton, however, is happy. and that's whats important, right?
Wonton does not care. he came and sat by my chair and gave me The Eyes. i reached down and scratched behind his ears, then threw his mousie to distract him. He wandered over and sniffed it, and came back and sat down and looked up at me like "well...are you going to let me up on your lap, or what?". so i ignore him and put some music on.
ten minutes later he hops up on my desk, proceeding to knock everything over, and stands there and looks at me like "PLEASE can i come on your lap?
needless to say, he won. he's now sitting on my lap, i cant hold my plate of food properly, and i have to have it set on the desk and take one careful bite at a time. Also, it's hot. i feel like i'm draped with a fur coat.
Wonton, however, is happy. and that's whats important, right?