the gravitational pull of the fuzzy face
Oct. 25th, 2007 07:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeI overslept this morning, and am running late, and have 20 minutes to get dressed and have breakfast and get out the door; but there is a happy drooling kitty on my lap who I'm getting insufficient quality time with and every time I offer to move he looks up at me with his so-contented face and purr-wheeze-drools at me and I am helpless.
He knows this, of course. I am being played like an old fiddle.
He knows this, of course. I am being played like an old fiddle.
