So, Patches, the elder feline denizen of the household, has taken to falling asleep on my lap virtually every time I want to type something on the computer. If his doing so didn't hamper my typing by, say, restricting me to typing with one hand at an odd angle, this wouldn't be an issue; however, it does, therefore it's somewhat problematic. It's made even worse by that fact that he knows I won't shove him off unless there's some kind of emergency, so he's become prone to lie in my lap, sprawl as far up my chest as he can, using his claws while doing so to get a good grip, and fall asleep. Presently he's dozing on my right arm. Also, I happen to be right-handed. I don't mind, however. I would prefer if he would move before circulation is cut off to my arm, but I won't hold it against him if he doesn't.
What worries me, though, is that he's grown more and more affectionate as of late. He's 15 years old, you see, and has FIV, so I know he's not long for this world. I just worry that he somehow realizes his time is drawing near, and he's, in his own comforting feline way, letting me know and making the most of it. As far as I know there's nothing afflicting him that would make him pass away suddenly, but that doesn't stop me from pausing to make sure he's still breathing as he sleeps that disturbingly still sleep of his.
On hapier news, though, karaoke still is, and probably always will be, awesome fun.
What worries me, though, is that he's grown more and more affectionate as of late. He's 15 years old, you see, and has FIV, so I know he's not long for this world. I just worry that he somehow realizes his time is drawing near, and he's, in his own comforting feline way, letting me know and making the most of it. As far as I know there's nothing afflicting him that would make him pass away suddenly, but that doesn't stop me from pausing to make sure he's still breathing as he sleeps that disturbingly still sleep of his.
On hapier news, though, karaoke still is, and probably always will be, awesome fun.