Fat cats.

Typing is a little difficult, because there's a fat cat sitting on the keyboard. Sleeping was also a little difficult, because there was a fat cat hogging my pillow. Even coffee was a little difficult, because I had to guard my steaming cup of morning glory with my life, since leaving it unattended for more than 3 seconds exposed the valuable beverage to the insatiable curiosity of yet another fat cat. 

I'm cat-sitting! That's right, as of this evening I'm a full-time, highly professional fat cat sitter! (the recently used adjective was referring to the cats, not the sitter. hopefully.) The next two weeks of my life will be spent mostly at school, as usual, but also in a lovely spacious condo that I'll be sharing with three fat, soft, little-ball-of-fur friends, Doug, Georgy, and...I forget. Trudi. So I'm looking forward to lots of time of quiet reflection peaceful introspection. Ever-acompanied by a trio of fat cats. It will be lovely.