Lounging in the Bureau Drawer

This darn cat bites the fire out of my ankles, sprawls over any homework I set out, corners me in hallways, stalks me through the living room, attacks my wrists, makes me stand for an eternity while she decides whether to come in the door or stay outside, throws up in the most inconvenient places, eats/drinks anything left out on the counter or table.

But she also sits on my lap while I'm reading, rubs against my legs, applies warm and comforting pressure on my stomach while we both sleep, tickles my fingers with her rough tongue, kneads my legs with her paws, softly buts her head against mine, and I miss her.