I'm trying to compose a semi-coherent blog post for today (ideas of all sorts are swirling around my brain), but Kitty Cat will not nap, she is, in fact, lounging on my bed, watching Mr. Rogers (she's trying valiantly to overcome her fear of Lady Elaine, and I think she's succeeding). Actually, she's not so much watching as commenting and asking questions and chasing my cat, Ollie, around the bed and singing Hokey Pokey.
And Fruit Bat is in his room, watching a DVD about school buses. So, we have two TVs going at once in the house. We've hit a new low.
I keep telling myself it's just until Kitty Cat recovers from having her pacifier pulled and resumes her naps (Please God), but still, TWO tvs. It's ludicrous really.
And so is having a cat lying on my stomach and Kitty Cat's head on his rump so that I can barely move my fingers across the keyboard.