The Cat Sat On My Lap

Having just stepped out of the shower this morning, hair washed and sweet smelling, I slipped a dressing gown on to finish drying any wet patches and sat down on the settee.

Then, for the second time only, Frisky jumped on my lap, enough as to say, I smelled too clean and needed to smell more like a cat.

I had only planned to sit for a few minutes, but there I was pinned to the settee. So I started taking selfies of us and even that didn't make him get off. In the end my leg had gone to sleep, along with the cat, so I had to disturb him or I would have got nothing done.