She may bitch and whine about it, but the human is *so* enslaved to my whims. For I don't come up to cuddle right when she sits down with the computer, oh no. I wait for a while, until her lethargy has well and truly set in and the laptop has made her lap oh so warm and toasty. THEN I appear, purring, nuzzling, blinking up at her with big sleepy
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