One of the concerns I had over getting a cat for Jonathon was the nature of the cat. Stuck up, distant… pretty much like a very short, furry version of myself. Fortunately the cat that jumped out of the room at the humane society and onto Jonathon’s lap wasn’t just doing that so we’d take him home only to become stuck up and distant again.
Yesterday Stan Lee did a wonderful job laying with Jonathon on the sofa, but I thought certainly that was going to be the way it was. If Jonathon wanted a cat to be with him, it’d have to be on the sofa as they’re a little afraid of his chair. I mean who could blame them, that thing could very well be their demise should we roll onto the scene and not see them until it was too late.
Today I was sitting at my computer chair and I looked over to see good ol’ Stan getting ready to hop onto Jonathon’s lap. 
Also pictured is my new invention- I took Stan’s new cat toy that Ben sent him and hooked it up to my exercise machine. This way I’m playing with the cat and getting my work out. I am the Goddess of multi-tasking. And owbgg <Stan Lee apparently has something to say as he hopped up here and began typing. I think this means I should end now and go pay attention to the little critters. kkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.;///////////////////////// (secret cat code?)
Current Mood:
Amused
