Not Usually a Lap Cat

  Who you lookin' at?


After returning home from Maine and unpacking, I sat down on my chair to start downloading photos. Not even five seconds went by before Mira climbed up on my lap and stayed there all afternoon. Sleeping. Stretching. Looking up at me. Sighing (it's so cute when she does that). She's generally not a lap cat, preferring her own space on one of the ottomans. But I guess after four weeks of me being gone (Idyllwild, Australia, and Maine) she decided she was going to sit on me to make sure I didn't leave anytime soon.

Don't worry, Mira. I'm home for a while.

For now.