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]

Yup, that's him: on his first day in the house, when he was still skinny and anxious and wanting to be loved. Now he's - well, not fat, but well-fleshed and entirely taking his adoration for granted. It's scandalous, how arrogant he is. And I do nothing, nothing, to bring him down a peg or two...