The title is an example of what happens when you have a very friendly cat at/on your left arm.

While you are trying to type.

Any typos today can be blamed on Spots.

And I am NOT complaining--it's really nice having a creature look at you with adoring eyes.

Once again, an IUD, although I did go out after lunch to treat myself to a pedicure (which was badly needed.) They've got the tools for clipping elderly toenails, and I don't need to go into contortions to reach and aim properly myself. They also massage the legs.

And I sit there feeling really stupid because I cannot switch back and forth to another language.

I'm not sure the sun actually showed its face today--it was somewhat overcast.

I am losing the battle for space. Spots seems to be expanding in size and taking up more and more of the area I need for typing.

And he doesn't appreiate having his head jiggled by my finger motions.

I'm trying to remember now if I put out the front porch critter food--and I'm pretty sure I did. I also tossed out the raccoon biscuits. Well, I bought more of those at WalMart, so they can get a second helping when I finish with the computer.

Which I think needs to be soon--Spots has his paw on mine--ready to extend claws to stop the jiggling brought on by my typing.