Saw a plane today, flying low over the island, but my mind was somewhere else

This is unutterably cool. When I was at Arbeia (digging! It was more fun than I can possibly express), I took a side trip to the Wall and visited Vindolanda, and the letters I read there were just...they were just cool.

So. Round two of violin (one child has lesson Friday night and the other Saturday morning), the teacher's old and cranky orange cat came and actually sat on my lap and demanded ear scratching. This is totally unheard of--he loves no one but the violin teacher, and usually only appears to walk on the piano keys to tell her he wants food and attention. It took a good four or five minutes for him to start purring, but purr he did. The poor old guy, he hasn't been eating right for a long time and I could feel every rib. It was nice, though, to have a purring lap cat for a bit, on a cold day.

Our cats are wonderful, but they will never, under any circumstances, sit on laps. They will sleep on your feet, if they're fully convinced you're absolutely unconscious. They will sit companionably at the other end of the couch. Puddin always climbs up into Paidhi Boy's bed and sleeps next to him. But that's it.

Saw a plane today, flying low over the island, but my mind was somewhere else

This is unutterably cool. When I was at Arbeia (digging! It was more fun than I can possibly express), I took a side trip to the Wall and visited Vindolanda, and the letters I read there were just...they were just cool.

So. Round two of violin (one child has lesson Friday night and the other Saturday morning), the teacher's old and cranky orange cat came and actually sat on my lap and demanded ear scratching. This is totally unheard of--he loves no one but the violin teacher, and usually only appears to walk on the piano keys to tell her he wants food and attention. It took a good four or five minutes for him to start purring, but purr he did. The poor old guy, he hasn't been eating right for a long time and I could feel every rib. It was nice, though, to have a purring lap cat for a bit, on a cold day.

Our cats are wonderful, but they will never, under any circumstances, sit on laps. They will sleep on your feet, if they're fully convinced you're absolutely unconscious. They will sit companionably at the other end of the couch. Puddin always climbs up into Paidhi Boy's bed and sleeps next to him. But that's it.