I’ve been unemployed/not working for over four weeks now. Minus the occasional weekend in Portland or a day spent skiing, I’m at home every single day. A considerable portion of that time has been spent on the computer, whether it was designing my portfolio, looking for jobs, or wasting countless hours on Facebook and gossip sites.
During this time my cats have loved loved LOVED having this semi-permanent, warm lap to sleep on. If it’s not a lap, it’s a hand to pet them. Or feed them. Or let them outside. Or inside. Or play with them. Seriously, they have become so ridiculously spoiled from me being here all the time, it’s not funny.
Excuse the quality, they’re obviously cell phone pictures. I rarely take pictures of them with my nice cameras, but have dozens on my phone of their fuzzy mugs. I think that’s called crazy cat lady denial.