Here is my feline assistant, overseeing my online activities from a comfortable (for her) perch on my lap. I’ve become convinced that she can read, and from her body language, she is not terribly impressed by my writing.
I complain about her from time to time. Not surprising, as she would argue that I am her assistant, rather than the other way around. She’s probably right in this. It is my job to pet her when she demands, to be a warm, soft object for her to fall asleep on at night. It is my responsibility to open and close doors a hundred times a day, sometimes so she can just stand there and stare in or out.
But there are perks for me. There is nothing quite so comforting as a warm, purry kitty cat curled up on your lap. Don’t tell her I said so, but she is definitely one of my very good things.