Thursday, August 23, 2018

Blog Hiatus Day Four

This is Clara. She is the most aggressively affectionate cat I've ever known. We adopted her from a local shelter shortly after we bought our house. She greatly approves of my writing efforts because it means I will sit down for a while and serve my true purpose in life as her bedding. Luckily she is content to serve as my desk, so it's a mutually beneficial arrangement.

8 comments:

Kitty said...

Most of the time my Maine Coon, Baby, is indifferent towards my writing. But God help me when she feels neglected, because she jumps up on the desk and rubs up against my face coating my lips and cheeks with her fur. At that point, there's nothing left for me to do but to stop and pet her as I apologize for my callous disregard of her.

nightsmusic said...

She's beautiful! Look at those piercing yellow eyes. Definitely a good stop for the laptop so it doesn't slide down your lap as you type ;)

Melanie Sue Bowles said...

Clara is a beauty...! Thank you for adopting from your local shelter, OP. YAY to everyone who adopts.

Joseph S. said...

Similar situation here, except to Brigada my keyboard tapping is a petting bell for her to straddle the keyboard while I pet her, then she climbs on my chest and rests.

Your picture seems the perfect situation.

Claire Bobrow said...

Once again, I have cat envy. Clara looks like a superb companion and an expert lap warmer. Love the glowing eyes white whiskers!

Claire Bobrow said...

...that would be "and" white whiskers!

Craig F said...

Our cats have phases. They have, all four of them, gone through the lap cat stage. As soon as you start to get used to it and expect it, they have moved on. It might have to do with the competition.

Clara is a lovely beast. I hope she is a truly black cat, they are kind of rare.

AJ Blythe said...

I miss our cat - even though it's been about 8 years since old age took her from us. She used to be a lap cat and if I was trying to type on my computer (therefore not giving her enough attention) she'd walk over the keyboard to redirect my hands to patting.