I don't need new dresses. Even though I want them now. Curse you, Dana, who I hear is totes besties with Audra McDonald.
I tried a different shuttle route this morning, which did not arrive at the office on time. I managed to find a conference room in a different building and in the end was only 4 minutes late to the meeting I was leading. Then I went to the cafeteria and stuffed my face with bacon.
I've been making a lot of progress on work stuff that is important and strategic the last few weeks. Still so much to do, but I'm just gonna crank through some stuff that doesn't require much of a brain while I'm on the shuttle home. Then I'm going to restock on booze and coffee, and collapse on the couch for a few hours.
meara, I'm sorry today has been so rotten.
The office cat let me pick her up and hold her in my lap for a while this morning. So in a week and a half she's grown to trust me more than the cats I've been taking care of over two years do.
Matt, thank you for taking in those kitties. Even though their feral fears keep them from loving up on you to show you, they are grateful. And it may not simply be the trust factor - my Sammie trusts me in a way that she trusts no one else, but comfortable with being held is something she never will be. If I am trying to hold her, she is struggling to get away.
Aw, meara, I really hope that is the end of the shiftiness of today, it certainly sounds like Enough.
Some cats are just proximity cats. Some believe you will float away if they don't anchor you. Cats.
And some are happy to anchor you down as long as you don't give them the idea that you are in any way in control of the situation. Perhaps by petting them a slightly too possessive manner.
They do both seek me out for petting, it's true, and Jackson is fine with sprawling across my legs when I'm in bed as long as the decision is his rather than mine.
Camo is so much smaller than either (like barely more than half their weight) that it may be more physically comfortable for her to be picked up. I can easily support her with one arm, and both her hind feet fit in the palm of my hand.
Camp sounds Pumpkin sized. Loki requires both arms. And is being an asshole. Broke some pottery, luckily epoxiable, but now my house stinks of epoxy.
Matt, I assume that Sammie seeking me out for pettings is a result of a similar depth of affection as Harvey leaping into my arms to be held, just that she is a non-hugger and he is a prodigiously huggable cat.
Finn has gradually started to enjoy being held, which is lovely because he is so very, very soft. Eddie is a snugglebug to the point of being a pest.
