I am not a good desk

My mom sat in bed all day. I lay in her lap. She tried to use her laptop as I snoozed. She twisted one way and then the other with the little computer, trying to find a comfortable angle. After a few minutes she set it aside and tried doing some crossword puzzles instead, winding up draping them on top of me. "You are not a good desk, Won," she said. I purred, for this must be a good thing because she set everything aside and petted me a bunch.

Life is good.

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