It won't surprise you to know that I'm typing finger by finger at the moment. When GM feels as though he hasn't gotten sufficient attention for a while, he curls up in front of they keyboard for some love and a quick nap. He's currently kneading my upper arm as I try to type around him. Wouldn't want to make His Highness angry. (No, really; you wouldn't. It's gruesome. Earlier this week we came home to find a bird leg, a bird stomach--cleanly and surgically removed--and several feathers. Where is the rest of this bird?! This cat is possibly a Voodoo priest.)
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