Stewart, obviously reminding me to add cat food to the shopping list.
They just can't stand to be far away. Generally I have one cat sleeping on one side of my L-shaped desk and another cat on another side.
Stewart and Libby sleeping on the uncomfortable desk. Suffering for my sake.
If I open my lower desk drawer to get my reference book out, that is an open invitation for a cat to jump in and warm that cold, lonely drawer. Holding the place for the book, you know.
Libby looks so sweet when she is sleeping.
Kallie is behind me on the school table. (That table, BTW, was a steal from Pottery Barn for $124. It was a floor model and they didn't have the leaf. It fits perfectly in my school room/office and the black/distressed finish matched my desk.)
Kallie is making sure Morgan's puzzle pieces don't jump off the table and run away. She's right behind my desk. You know, in case I need her to drink the left-over milk in the bowl after the cereal is all gone. Helpful, that's what she is.
The nearness of my cats is because they love me so much and is not influenced at all by the little special surprises in my desk drawer. No, that couldn't be it. Could it?