Finally!

Dammit Cat,

Why did it take you over a year and a half to actually sit in my lap for the first time? You would only ever be on my lap before if I had a blanket on me, and then you would nurse the blanket. We could put the blanket on a bed of nails and you would have been on it.

But finally! FINALLY you sat in my lap! You even laid down!

Though... It turns out that you only do it when I'm at the kitchen table and drawing or doing paper-related things, and you then insist on hanging half off of my lap so that I have to hold you up and can't do what I was doing in the first place.

This is more you keeping me distracted and less affection, isn't it? Oh well. I'll take it.


(Yes, April 1 was seriously the first time that she ever laid down in my lap without bribing her with the blanket she was so attached to. It's a little sad.)