Barry's brains

[desperance]

Y'know, he may not be so dim as I pretend. Twice today he's pinched the laser pointer off the table; I think his little cat mind has already connected the object with the Evil Red Dot, and he's trying to make it happen in my absence. If he only had opposable thumbs...

Also, he's spent an hour being sweet on my knee today, and he's currently being sweet on the desk here, all curled up and sleepy between keyboard and screen. It's probably the weather (chilly today, and my knee is warm, and so is the halogen lamplight), but hey. I'll take whatever I can get, up to and including Manhattan.

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[desperance.livejournal.com]

Whoo. I haven't actually caught him being that smart - but it is conspicuous how I was very accustomed to shutting the girl-cats into one room or another to allow workers to do their stuff unencumbered, and I did just assume that I could do the same with Himself - and Himself has already demonstrated a cheerful ability to get out of any room in the house, however the door may be shut against him. A man's coming to (I hope) fix the phone tomorrow, and he is going to be so Barryfied...