After Buffy spent a couple of minutes on the freshly washed "crackle
sack" I looked around and she'd disappeared. I figured she'd wandered
into the den, or maybe the guest bedroom.

I got up to do something and guess where she was? In the carpeted
barrel of Persia's old cat perch.

http://i62.tinypic.com/29b1xsg.jpg

She looks pretty smug and comfy, doesn't she? G

She had been giving me a heck of a time since I sat down at the computer
this morning, wanting to be in my lap. Since I'm not used to that I am
not encouraging it. She snuck up anyway under the arm of the chair.
Ah, but my small computer desk has a roll-out keyboard tray. She leaned
against it and it rolled back. She nearly fell off my lap! I said see?
This is why this isn't a good place for you to sit.

I pointed out carpeted cat furniture to her again this morning. I guess
after the moves-by-itself keyboard tray this seems like a better place
to lounge around. She's right behind me, she can see me if she wants
to. She can hear me tapping on the keyboard so she knows I'm right here.

Jill