Sierra and Wheaten are both little purrboxes this evening. Sierra likes to lay with me on the futon (I have the laptop on, tada, my lap), and Wheaten is curled up in the papazan. (It's funny, Wheaten has gotten good at getting into the papazan chair without tipping it over. Sierra, arguably the more coordinated of the two, knocks it over 80% of the time she jumps into it. Neither of my cats are klutzy, though. Cidella is very klutzy.)

I got lovely things in the mail: My copy of In The Outposts of Beyond, edited by amazing Tyree Campbell, and my copy of Little Gods, inscribed by the wonderful Tim Pratt. Lovely enough, this means I have plenty of happy stuff to read.

Which means I can stay here and let Sierra purr away.