The weather delayed my usual chore list today by virtue of being freaking cold. I woke up late with all three cats draped across my carcass like warmth-seeking slugs, and then had Oscar doing his level best to make sure I did nothing but hold him.
And then when I tried to get up to check on the laundry, he turned it up to 11.
I did manage to get everything done, but it took a while. He’s now wedged himself between the lap desk and my stomach because the lap belongs to him. I am so owned.