While in Melbourne, I caught up with Andy, who claims he owns the most annoying cat in the world. It's a bold claim. I feel compelled to call him on it. One of his cat's less pleasant habits is sitting on his pillow, by his head, and licking his hair.
This, I agree, sounds particularly annoying.
Imagine my surprise on my first morning home, when my cat plonks himself on my pillow at stupid in the a.m. and (despite never displaying any such tendency in the past two years) promptly starts LICKING AND CHEWING MY HAIR.
Science tells me that a sample of one is not statistically significant, but I think I'm still safe in concluding that it's not Andy's cat whose at fault. Poor Audrey can't help herself. Clearly there is some sort of Macrae field at work, the vestiges of which clung to me on my trip home.
(It is worth noting at this point that the girlcat remained unaffected by the Macrae field. This, I believe, is largely due to the fact that she has discovered the beanbags, and we all know the beanbag snuggle factor overwhelms all other fields. She has not moved for the past twelve hours. At least.)
In other, utterly banal news, I have spent the past hour and a half fixing the laptop, since this evening the firewall spontaneously broke itself. A gazillion restarts later I have finally found my internets again! Why did this not happen on a day when I had plenty of time for writing?
Some days you win, some days the bear does.