laptop computer, laptop lunch
woke up at 6 this morning with a cat on my head. it was the last in a long series of tries on lunch's part to get under the covers with me. i finally gave up sleeping as the bad job it was and went into the den, where i built a fire and settled onto the sofa under a quilt. shortly thereafter, lunch trotted in carrying his worm in his mouth, as a peace offering, i suppose, and was so winning that i let him hop up and snuggle with me. as i type this right now, lunch is once again nestled close, weighing down my right arm with twelve pounds of catmeat.
breaking news: oh, boy, oh, boy, i just ordered lunch a toy worm wearing earmuffs. he'll look even more ridiculous toting it around. but i'm pretty sure he can take it. he has borne indignity before.
