I can't be the only one this happens to?

[lagilman]

Sitting at my desk, typing. Pandora crawls into my lap, as per usual. And decides that my cardigan would make a nifty tent, and so curls around my waist until only her tail is showing.

Okay, she's done that before, so I type on.

And then she realizes suddenly that she's kinda stuck, and meows. Loudly. I lift the edge of the sweater to show her that no, she's not stuck, and she goes back to snugging into my ribcage.

And I type on.

Then she starts to move up my back. I can feel the pinpricks of her claws though my shirt, and am "what are you doing?" She meows, continues, and then... meows again, very loudly and unhappily. Because she's gotten her claws stuck in the cloth of my shirt, and can't get undone. I literally have a cat stuck on my back, between my shoulder blade, under my cardigan.

And y'know? There's just no way you can keep typing when that happens.


And that, of course, is when G. calls. And I'm laughing too hard, trying to remove ElderCat, to even say hello.