Friday, October 4, 2013
I Get Lap Dances at Work
I write from home and Phoebe and Cosmo take that as an opportunity to play an all-day game of "musical lap." They refuse to share the space, so when one thinks the other has enjoyed quite enough glorious lap time, he or she serves an eviction notice.
It looks something like the below photo. Cosmo's all, "You're time is up -- move along." Notice how Phoebe's completely ignoring him? "La, la, la, la."
Eventually the new cat wins out, but it will happen all over again in a couple of hours. Imagine my husband's face when I tell him about all the lap dances I had at work that day.