A Buffet Of Sacred Cow And Fatted Calf

My computer desk has a monitor shelf, with empty space between it and the desk surface. Friday, overgrown kitten that he is, likes to get under there and lounge behind the laptop while I'm doing whatever form of timekilling I've decided to get up to on my laptop.

A minute ago I leaned over and we shared a look. Then he started thumping his tail against the desk.

It's not like having a kid, but it's its own sort of reward sometimes.