Pond has decided that the new Greatest Sleeping Spot Ever is right next to my laptop, with her little paws tucked underneath so they stay warm. Despite this, she is still not entirely sure about me petting her. She is literally inches from my hands, and I’m doing my damndest not to just grab at her, but you have no idea how hard this is.
Also, if I ever post something that appears to be entirely made of consonants, then I forgot to close my laptop up upon leaving for work, and Pond decided to be on the internet.
