I really, really, really wish my cat were a lolzcat.
She needs a hobby. Bad. And I’m finding it difficult to accomplish anything with her half draped across me at any given moment.
She’s even begun invading the bathroom in a draped-across sort of way. I find myself looking at her big-cat eyes and thinking, “She’d be a star in ‘Children of the Corn’ if she were human.”
She’s staring. And she’s purring. And she’s drooling.
And I wish she had a hobby.