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[julesjones]

I am currently suffering from Cat On Keyboard. Yes, desperance, you may laugh. One of the local cats has decided this morning that she desperately needs to be cuddled by me, even though she's not normally a cuddle cat. Me, not predatrix whose cat she is. And I know that if I *wanted* to cuddle her, she'd run away.

And when she's not sitting on my keyboard or waving her tail in my face, she's knocking things off the desk in order to get our attention. Three pens and a small box in the last two minutes...

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[kalypso-v.livejournal.com]

You could give her a cuddle from me, and see if that makes her run away. By the way, remember to come home in time for Sunday afternoon.

[silly-swordsman.livejournal.com]

nhor'agn onren aeo asgg

[desperance.livejournal.com]

*is laughing*

Also, we recognise the knock-things-off-the-desk game, we do. Baz has a particular fetish for watching things fall from high places. It is all wonderfully deliberate: he bats them to the edge, and makes sure he's perfectly positioned to watch the fall before he nudges them over.

Mac did knock all my medications off the beside drawers in the middle of the night, but I think that's youthful devil-may-care more than deviltry. Or indeed "whoops! my tail did that! I wasn't looking!"