From the kitty's perspective, my lap is obviously the very best place to be only when I have something else in it. Like a stack of papers that I need to get through tonight. I was almost done when I made the mistake of checking my email once again, and behold! More awaited me. Leo kitty thinks it's great fun. The dogs no longer think it's much fun, but they did when they were younger. Did I ever mention the time I put some essays down and went to get more coffee, only to return and discover that one of the essays was missing? The dogs had run outside, and Ivy was delightedly shredding poor Brad's assignment (I was very close to finishing with my comments, too). I went to class the next day, mangled essay in hand. "This is a little embarrassing," I said, "but my dog ate your homework."