My cat is sitting so cutely right on my lap. Well, stomach, really because I'm Mr. Sloucher at the moment. Her head and right paw are resting on my left forearm. It is so cute that I can't bring myself to get out of the chair. Unfortunately that means that I'll continue to be hungry, my laundry will continue to languish in the washer wet and in need of drying, and my ass will continue to drift ever closer to the sleep it so craves.