Being on call this weekend meant not getting out for more than a cursory run to the store or coffee shop, but it also meant more time with The Kids—along with more time to do chores.
Having my foot chained to a Blackberry and a laptop darkened my mood and butchered all hope of taking walks and doing some writing; it didn’t keep me from enjoying quality time with seven shamefully demanding felines.
What irked me most was that I had the camera on the wrong settings. Having been used most recently for outside telephoto sessions, I hastily changed lenses yesterday but failed to consider anything else before joining in a fur person convention taking place in the bedroom.
Most of the pictures didn’t turn out, but some did. And since photography is barely a secondary consideration at such times, I wasn’t too bothered by that result.
Besides, I was rather pleased that piles of laundry and perpetual pages failed to dampen spirits.
We played. Oh how we played!
And in between the play, we showered in affection.
The characters changed as cats came and went at will. Time for a bath in the sunshine. Time for a bite to eat. Time for a nap. Time for whatever.
None of them went very far, and every one of them came back again and again.
I feel shamed when work takes from them what they deserve; on the other hand, sometimes it gives them precisely what they need.
I guess it cuts both ways.
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 Larenti on the edge of the bed staring at open windows with a longing only inside cats understand.
 Kazon sitting amongst piles of laundry and looking at me with that I-love-you-Daddy-now-please-pet-me stare that melts my heart every time.
 al-Zill lying in the sun trying to take a nap.