I have shit to say, Readers. Buuuuuuuuuut: I have two days to write 3,500 coherent words about counterterrorism law, and then I have another final Friday. So, I can't talk to you. At least until something makes me so mad I either have to mangle something or write a fucking blog post about it. But know I love you. This is only a temporary break-up (and unlike the your actual past partners, I mean that honestly. Also, it is me and not you, but really this time).
But, and here is another reason why I still never get anything done: Amouch is really vertically challenged. He is the most inept cat I have ever met. His jumping skills lie somewhere between that of a rock and a rhino. So, if he wants to get into my lap, which he does the second I have sat down and thus have formed a lap, he just kinda . . . paws at me until I give up and pick him up. I could ignore him, but he will do this for ten minutes straight, and possibly longer, but that was as long as I could go without giving in and picking him up. I cannot shut him out of the room, because then he cries piteously.
But of course, if I pick him up, he is too large, and I have to hold him with one hand to steady him, and then I can't type.
It is a conundrum here at Unnatural Forces. But here is him in action, and just so you know, that is not my normal voice, nor the voice I usually use to talk to the cats. It was the voice that one uses when one is attempting to video or snap a picture of your pet, when they promptly, once you grab your camera or phone, begin to do ANYTHING OTHER than what you wanted to capture. So I was encouraging him. But really, it's hard to work like this, you know? Also, sorry for the bad quality, such is my phone. You get the idea.
See you on the other side, Readers! Misbehave for me in the meantime!