Kink's Month

We'll celebrate Kink's arrival in our household in a few weeks.

This is Kink's month, though. It's his celebration of being rescued from the Animal Shelter and moving to a home where he would be given good food, lots of fun and an older cat, Sandy, to torment while being taught the ropes of CatHood.

Kink stretches himself out across the bottom part of my laptop, right across the trackpad, on top of the part where the battery is the warmest. I try to type across his body hoping he doesn't twitch and delete everything I've written.

Kink loves his warmth.

Sometimes he sits up and watches the screen as I type. Occasionally he'll paw at the screen and I'll agree to change a word or two. Kink has turned into a great editor.

Occasionally? How about "once in a while?" More familiar, less pretentious.

OK, Kink, I'll change it.

Once in a while he's right on target. Must be a cat thing.