Evil kitty Mojo.

In my never ending quest to find out why I'm so lazy and try to rectify the situation, I've discovered yet another reason (excuse) as to why I don't get more done. Those of you that have cats (and even some of you crazy dog people) will get this. I call it "evil kitty mojo." Cats have a magic ability to use transference, or whatever, to manipulate you into adapting their mood. It's similar to when a person yawns and you find yourself doing the same. Now that it's getting cooler outside, my cats like to spend an ever increasing amount of time in my lap. They're warm, they purr, and they nod in and out of consciousness. When they're in your lap they project their sleepiness and comfort on to you. It's relaxing and even therapeutic. If they had it their way, your lap would be on call 24/7 to do their bidding. Unfortunately for me, they get their way a lot in my house. I'm bad, but L is even worse. She loves those cat's so much that she will sit still to a point that she will cramp up in an effort not to disturb them. It's funny, she'll elbow me in bed and tell me to move over in order to accommodate the cat. Since we have a huge king bed, there's plenty of room. A third for the Persian, a third for L, and a third for me and the other cat who sleeps in "the hammock" between my knees. During the colder seasons every time I sit down anywhere in my house, there will be a cat in my lap (working it's mojo) within one minute. There is no escape. And, honestly, I don't want to escape.

Sometimes L will call from work when I'm home.
She'll ask me, "What's going on?"

I reply with, "Evil kitty mojo."

She says in an understanding tone, "So nothing will get done today."

"Probably not." is my truthful answer.