32 – Thwarted

So much for that plan: as soon as I got comfortably settled on the sofa, the Xandermog jumped up and forcefully reminded me that I haven’t provided his required amount of Fuss and Adoration over the last 15 hours.  But since I was sitting down doing nothing (what’s that paper in your hand? Let go of it, you need that hand to stroke meeeeee!), I could rectify my mistake right then and there.

Xander, of course, doesn’t sit on my lap.  He’s too big.  He’s tried it a few times, but as soon as he relaxes he kind of overflows my legs and slides off shortly thereafter.  He can sit on me if I’m sitting with my legs up on the sofa, because then he can stretch out from my lap to my knees.  Monster beast.

Author: Lou

Geeky fangirl and knitter, owned by large black mog. Sometime web designer. Lapsed musician.

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