At this week's department meeting, one of my colleagues bemoaned the lack of animals on this blog. Ergo, it's time for another round of felines.
First, Victoria clearly indicates her opinion of my desire to sit on my--my!--office chair.
There's a nice blue throw on the couch in the living room, put there solely for the comfort of the household felines (well, that and to prevent excess cat fur from accumulating). You can see how well that's working out.
Strictly speaking, it is not a good idea to purchase an office chair upholstered in terry. Not because there's anything wrong with terry, but because certain furry household residents feel the need to occupy the chair at all times--including those times when the local human is trying to work.
*sigh* I do wish that I could have put up some substantive posts this week, but the grading! the grading! To make matters worse, there isn't anywhere in the house for me to sit. Seriously. I can't use the chair in my bedroom, because it belongs to Victoria:
How about this chair in the living room, on the right?
Still, there's the other chair--
Wait. Doesn't she already have dibs on the one upstairs? Sheesh.
Maybe I can work on the computer without being inter-
-rupted. You know, it's awfully hard to type with a cat on your lap. (Cat: "And this is a problem because...?")