Life persists in happening to me, and I don't seem to get much say in it. There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth. So in the spirit of denial, here is a completely pointless post about my cat.
Cirdan is a big damn cat. He's also very friendly, which he likes to express by sitting on you. Here is Cirdan the Magnificent, sleeping on my lap when I am trying to Get Things Done. This is only one of many reasons why things so often don't get done.
It's not that easy to type when you have a ton of cat sat upon you, which is why we are here watching Dexter rather than attempting to make words (which was Plan A).
Despite being bigger than many horses, Cirdan is a bit of a wuss and tends to squeak like a kitten under stress. He is perfectly happy to learn ridiculous and pointless tricks for my entertainment.
He once freaked me out by standing on his hind legs behind my computer chair and tapping me on the shoulder.
He is a big damn cat, and one of the few reasons that I am not yet entirely off my rocker. It can be quite comforting to be so thoroughly sat on when feeling uncertain of one's place in the world.