Requiring attention is one of the ways pets help us. For instance, nursing Ash made me a better person.
Today I extracted “Alpha-Phonics,” in a very battered condition, from the bookcase and started teaching Frank to read.
She is always so ready to wake me up, and helps me make the bed (a shock to me!) and then wants the blinds pulled so she can sit on the window sill.
She’s good about not playing in the middle of the night, bless her kitty heart. While I’m reading, she will curl up at my right hip for all of five minutes, then is off to the foot of the bed again. Silly girl.
I just finished with Busdaddy’s taxes, and it made me wish I made enough money to file. *sigh*