I am the biggest pushover in the world when it comes to Felicity. When she climbs on to my lap, she gets to stay on my lap, while I find things I need to do on the computer, and carefully reach my toes and use anything I can reach to pull anything else I can not-quite-reach into reach so that I can sew and do work, and leave her to sleep, undisturbed, on my lap.
Really though, when the view looking down looks like this, how could you not?
(photo courtesy of my french curve, which was sitting just within arms reach, allowing me to use it to move a tea-cup, so that I could hook the curved end of the french curve in my camera loop and drag the camera across the tea-chest (we don’t have a coffee table, we have a tea chest, because we drink tea, not coffee, and it’s a chest, not a table) to within arms reach, so I could take this series of pictures).
Having hand-sewing to hand is the best, because that means I can get work done and spoil kitten. I had a bit of hand-sewing around last night when I took these pictures, so you get a sneak-peek at my next project (I’ll tell you all about it in my next blog post).
Tonight though, I have no hand-sewing available, and Felicity has decided that my lap is once again the place to be, so instead you guys get a blog post featuring fuzzy little jelly-paws and plumy swish of tail and plush-kissable kitty tummy.
Who’s lucky now?