As part of a truly lovely weekend, CPwr and I went to the park to play catch today.
My shoulder’s been bothering me lately – a result of stress at work + typing on a non-ergo keyboard. It was aggravated by playing catch (I throw like a girl – YEAH!), so I whipped out the old heating pad and sat down on the couch for some soothing warmth.
dum dum dum, reach back to adjust the pad on my neck – BA! Fur!
Turn to my right. Who’s sitting on the back of the couch *right* behind my head, but Melchie. Apparently we’re sharing the heating pad. Her face is right beside my head (“yo, whassup.”), and her butt is snugged up against the back of my shoulder and the heating pad.
So as I sit here, I adjust my the heating pad periodically and she keeps giving me nasty looks. I’ve had to explain it to her in very simple terms – the heating pad is for mummies first, kitties second. Sheesh.