One laptop per Ancient Roman

sbisson hath caused me to giggle...

In which I do not post another photo

Please scroll down, to observe Barry sitting on the typescript; I am not faffing about with the camera again.

I could, though. I could post a whole morning's worth of Barry sitting on the typescript, lying on it, rolling onto his back upon it to allow me to get my hand bitten & scratched as it dares to assault his tummy. Scratching on it. Chewing his toenails right there (his current occupation, indeed). Aaargh. Does he not know I have deadlines?

I want a cat who will be briefly cute and then go away. Oh, wait. I've got one of those too. Who always frustrates me because I want him to linger longer. Just, not on the bloody typescript, y'know...?

Futile conversations we have known and loved

"Oh, look, you had sausage! Why would you ever imagine that you would get bacon as well? That's not how it works, you know that's not how it works...!"

And repeat, ad astra, which means until the stars fall.