I used to walk on Bonnie's desk, back when I first moved in with her. Kinda like this cat on Hemingway's desk. Bonnie doesn't have a nice clean desk like this, though. She has papers on her desk. I would cross the desk between the twin beds, occasionally taking time to nudge a pile of papers onto the floor. That accomplished two things:
1. It was fun to watch paper flutter to the ground.
2. It always got Bonnie's attention, no matter how busy she was.
2-1/2. It always got Bonnie's attention, even when she was asleep on one of those beds.
It did NOT always convince her to get up and feed me, so now I don't bother. Besides, those papers are piled too high to walk on now. If I tried, I'd slide off the desk and have to scramble to land on my feet.
I'd rather take a nap.
Kiki Cat, signing off
Footnote from Bonnie: This is one of Kiki's book notes that I found
under the green chair. It may have been among her earliest musings, since that "desk between the beds" thing was back in 2001 when Carol thought I needed a cat.
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