In which Baz helps with nasty edit...

[desperance]

See how you can't really see, how very much he is sprawled across my scribbled manuscript? Well, when he's sprawled like that across my scribbled manuscript, I can't really see it either.

And of course all this feline assistance is nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that he thinks it's teatime, and wouldn't like that fact to slip my mind, oh no...