I was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking my coffee and attempting to clear out my backlog of e-mails post-Midwinter meeting, when Eloise came along and curled up atop my hands. How is it that cats know what to sit on to most impede your work? Not sure.
So, dear readers, I have a sweater and two new knitting projects to document, a couple hundred e-mails to clear out of my inbox, homework to complete, and laundry to dry. Because the kitten knows this, she may never move.