Working from home can be challenging, especially with two pathologically needy felines in the house who are constantly competing for attention. But the current foundry-like atmosphere offers one advantage in this regard; if I don’t turn on the a/c in the living room, both the cats turn into bathmats.
Sorry for the peepshow, dude, but I really gotta aerate my pelt.
But occasionally Riley will assert her superior intellect and superincumbent villainy and turn herself into a lap rug just to share the misery.
I don’t care if this is your armrest. It’s too hot to move, so until further notice it’s my headrest.
