Under guard

[desperance]

These cats are keeping an uncommonly close eye on me. Not only did Barry sleep right against my head last night (even if that was just a pillow-grab); Mac has decided this morning that the only place to sit is right beside the keyboard, such that I have to slide my left hand beneath his neck in order to type at all. It is ... not convenient, tho' rather cute.

Hah. I shall go downstairs and make pork pies for lunchies. That'll supply an alternative enchantment; he can sit by the oven instead. Which will be warm, and emit alluring scents also. That should do it...