Cats: the gift that keeps on giving

[desperance]

I still haven't got used to the fact that my office floor is all clean and open and uncluttered.

Neither have the cats.

In my case, this not-usedness manifests in the fact that I still scuttle strangely crabwise to the door in the dark, trying to avoid treading on obstructions - boxes, bin-bags, heaps of paper, heaps of books - that are actually no longer there.

In the cats' case, it manifests in lying sprawled in curious new places not hitherto accessible.

Which gives me a very good reason for strange crabwise scuttling, because yup: there are indeed obstructions underfoot. Self-motivated movable obstructions, never in the same place twice. Noisy when trodden on...

Also:

354 / 509 (69.5%)

I worked all day for 44 pages. I cannot believe how slow this is. Maybe I'm just making it loads & loads better...?

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hee. That's very good.

Me, I dursen't get up in the night. Barry is asleep by my left shoulder, making the most of these few hours when he needn't fear the reaper. The reaper (that would be Mac) is either asleep on my other side, or else under the duvet, or else in his bed in the bathroom. Whichever, my rising will disturb him; and once disturbed, sure as eggs is eggs, he will fall upon Barry and there will be tussles and screams and chasings, and it'll be an hour before Baz creeps back to bed again...

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We get clamped by Ish and Horus. Horus wants us to get up from 4 a.m. on. Ish wants us to keep still...