Our cat Jezebel keeps amazing me. Today as I sat on a couch editing story using my laptop, she got on the armrest next to me, front paw tapping my keyboard. Curious, I slid the computer toward my knees and she got on my blanketed lap.
Jezebel has never been a lap cat. ‘Her’ blanket is on the cushion opposite us.
I think maybe she senses my ongoing upset over losing all those lovely tropical fish. Even more amazing, she is still here as I type this, and strangers are in the house. At long last, our heat pump is being repaired.
Now, how do I prevent a crick in my neck looking at the screen off to the side?