I pulled out a box of packing peanuts so that I could ship something, and you can all predict exactly what happened. Quite amusing, yet still predictable. There's nothing more intrusive than a bored cat.
Getting anything done while he is about has always been a chore. His favorite place is my lap, whether I have a computer there or now. If not my lap, my right arm will do. I *MUST NOT* use it for anything. Maybe after he's gotten his scritches will he let me use that arm.
