Barry finds work for idle hands
Jul. 12th, 2012 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceHe was in the window, watching the street (guard-cat!); but he happened to glance over his shoulder and see me sitting here, not typing. So he came over to address the issue, as hands not actively otherwise involved should obviously be scritching cat. Now he's slumped all over my knees, purring unusually. I think one of us is melting.
His timing, as usual, is immaculately awful. I had written, oh, half a sentence; and was just wondering if a hot toddy would make me feel better although I do not have a cold. Was meaning to rise, to depart this place, to test that theorem. But now I have a cat puddled in my lap, and am stuck here until he decides I am inferior to somewhere else. Sooner or later, he'll prefer my clean laundry or provocatively-close-to-Mac or wherever I've decided I'd rather be myself. It's how best I know myself and my own mind, by following the workings of his.
His timing, as usual, is immaculately awful. I had written, oh, half a sentence; and was just wondering if a hot toddy would make me feel better although I do not have a cold. Was meaning to rise, to depart this place, to test that theorem. But now I have a cat puddled in my lap, and am stuck here until he decides I am inferior to somewhere else. Sooner or later, he'll prefer my clean laundry or provocatively-close-to-Mac or wherever I've decided I'd rather be myself. It's how best I know myself and my own mind, by following the workings of his.