LOVABLE PEST...

...he's planning an attack on my Kindle - which is on my lap - which is where he wants to be. To stroke him is a pleasure which quickly becomes a duty - then a bit of a chore.

He rumbles away like an idling Harley Davidson. He hates it when I'm reading - he needs me to be kneading. Gave him a corner of my chicken sandwich today - bought me two minutes of peace - he picked out all the chicken, then licked out all the butter, but he scorned the nice wholemeal bread.

Then he leapt back onto my lap & squeezed himself up under the Kindle & butted me on the chin! Was that to say, "Thank you"?

Don't believe so - just, "More of the same, please"!

Pest :o)