Sigh...... Tis a sad day when season finales come about. With no more Desperate Housewives and Brothers and Sisters to pour over / with / about on a Monday night what is one to do? Is anyone else empathising my self indulgent commercial television soapie sad moment?
Friday, July 13, 2007
Hello, my name is Dasha Cat and I am the pampered feline queen who insists on endless rubs, grated cheese and milk in the house-hold of the blog owner.
I have taken a particular liking to the new 'art studio' that she-who-thinks-she-is-queen included in the house over the holidays. In particular I like the laptop. There is nothing quite like sprawling myself across it or strategically placing myself on the keyboard in front of the screen. I mean, what could be more important than me?
At the present time the previously mentioned person thinks that closing the laptop and scrapbooking will deter my right for attention. When we she ever learn?
Even now I am perched just on the edge. Not enough so that she can't type, but enough that every time Queen-wanna-be types using the left hand side, I indirectly get a rub. Tactics I tell ya, tactics. The Shift key is proving to be particularly challenging for her to locate.
When will she learn that Persistence is Futile as I bask in the warmth of the desk lamp and the silent hum of the laptop?