So the beast in my profile photo, who on this blog shall be known henceforth as the P, tends to be an 8 pound ball of occasionally catschevious energy.
She engages in such catscheviousness that, although she's really my brother in law's cat, I'm basically inheriting her for the foreseeable future. Sister and brother in law have a second cat who is twice her size, and she tends to do better when she's kept separate from him.
What the P is not known for is being a lap cat.
Well, tonight, for whatever reason, she decided that she wanted to spend 20 minutes hunkering down in my lap, dozing and stretching all cat-like.
I don't understand. And I'm not arguing.
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I bet she *loves* you, but can't help being insane anyway. ;)
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