Petris

Today's Rhymes with Orange comic is so apropos (hopefully this link will not die too quickly):


Fish and Fred have been having turf wars this weekend, the turf in contention being me. Recent scenario, repeated at least once: I'm at my desk. Fish decides he's a lap cat (though he's really too big for my lap unless he can prop up on something), so I push back a little to accommodate this, and allow an arm to keep him from sliding off. Fred then arrives, loudly demanding her due as the Princess, finds the lap occupied, and drapes herself over my shoulders to make her head accessible for skritches.

Hey, you two, I'm supposed to be finishing my taxes here!