Sometimes Maybe will take the single, several feet jump to the top of my chair, and then lie down precariously on it for as long as she possibly can, like some kind of creepy, adorable, sinister gargoyle.
After a while she gets bored and crawls down my arm for a cuddle.
But here she's in the non-bored 'is that a camera, I'm still not moving' part of the whole process.
It's always kind of a surprise to be writing quietly or do artwork and feel the sudden hurling weight of a little cat half jumping / climbing to the top of a chair that moves. Because it always pulls me backwards a little bit. It's actually caused me to make mistakes in artwork. And, sometimes, to shriek in terror because PTSD. The things we tolerate for our pets.
I realised you can see some of my neck scar in this photo.
