Ever since I got home from the convention, I've had a hard time getting any writing done. I have one returning problem.
His name is Pip.
For some reason, Pip has become snuggle bunny kitten. He sits on the side of my desk, and when I reach for the mouse, he flops down over my hand and lays his head on the keyboar. (Often with interesting results.) He wants into my lap. He wants his ears rubbed, his neck skritched, and to snuggle into my arms.
I don't know how I've gotten any writing done, except when he's eating.