I want to be my cat

I know Iggy wants to be my dog, but right now I'd settle for being my cat.

Today I'm wrestling with product launches and the bloody VAT change (with my web goddess hat on). It's pretty stressful as all of it has to be done on Monday, and that's no time at all in web terms.

But where are the cats while I grind my teeth? Lounging on my office window sill in the winter sunshine. No stress, no hassle, dreaming of tuna no doubt. Looks idyllic from where I'm sitting at this desk right now.

Give me fur, paws, a tail and a mundane diet of pellets and more pellets. I can knead my paws on sleeping people at 5am. I can purr. I can wee/poo in a box, honest!

I wanna be a cat. Doesn't everybody?

Off to disturb their peace because I can,

Lucy