purr, purr

[luciab]

Miranda has been insistent that she wants to be, no, WILL be, in my lap several times a day. I have the keyboard tray so low that it's basically already IN my lap, so if she's there, the keyboard isn't really accessible. She leaps up, wriggles around, and flomps-- there really is no other word for it, she flomps, onto her back with her legs all sprawled out to give me maximum access to her belly. She purrs loudly the whole time, so at least I know my efforts are not going unappreciated. Which is good, all in all. Still, I can't get extra time to do my papers because I'm scratching a cat's belly, no matter how I wish otherwise. So I turn on the heating pad so carefully placed on the desk, wrapped in a snuggly towel, and she doesn't even pause before heading back to my lap. It may be a bit more appealing when the room temp is noticeably colder, but right now with balmy temps both outdoors and in, it's a lap she wants, and no mistaking. Sigh.