Blackwell is MY cat. He follows me around the house and any time I sit down he jumps up into my lap for a nap. A lap-nap. Like late yesterday afternoon.
Just about to doze off.
"If only he'd stop flashing that camera in my face."
O.K. I turned off the flash. But then . . .
"Was that a bird just outside the window??"
It's always amazed me how they can come instantly alert out of a dead sleep when something gets their attention. Blackwell always looks directly at me as if for proof of what he'd seen or heard. Or condemnation for disturbing his nap.
"Shame on you, human friend. But I'll stay.
Your lap is warm and comfortable."
