Bootsy knows how to relax

BOOTSY: Yo, it’s pettin’ time.  Hook me up.⁽¹⁾

ME: No honey, I’m working.

BOOTSY: Ok, cool. Imma roll around in this patch of sunlight for a few minutes. Don’t mind me.

ME: Thanks for understanding.

BOOTSY: No problem. It’s been seconds since I’ve slept; I’m exhausted. I’ll just chill over here for a while.

ME: Awesome.

LESSON: Not all cats are created equal.

Footnotes:

1. “Pettin’ time” is like Hammertime, but without the parachute pants. [↩]

Merlyn cannot be contained

MERLYN: It’s snuggle time!

ME: No honey, I’m working.

MERLYN: I’ll just sit behind you on this chair.

ME: Sure, that’s fine.

MERLYN: And nudge you with my head.

ME: Kinda disruptive…

MERLYN: Now I’ll sit in front of the monitor and nuzzle your chin.

ME: Uh, I can’t see.

MERLYN: My face is now in your face! Like my tail?

ME: Urmph…can’t…breathe…

HEADLINE: Aspiring author dies of cat love asphyxiation.

Lydia with toys

LYDIA: You’re just sitting there.

ME: No honey, I’m working.

LYDIA: It looks boring.

ME: I’m writing a story. Go play with a mousie or something.

LYDIA: I know! I’ll bring you the mousie and climb your leg, that way we’re both playing!

ME: Ow! Motherfu– [/end transmission]