Here is the picture you must imagine.

We are sitting in the computer room, watching the latest episode of House on Richard’s computer (because Reaper and House are on at the same time, we’ve just started watching House online the next day). Tangerine, who loves Richard more than any other person, has recently decided that after over a decade of not being one, she is now a lap cat – as long as it’s on Richard. She must be *on* him as much as she can – and her very favorite spot is on his chest. Because Richard’s chair is slightly broken, he can lean it back almost all the way horizontal, which means she can settle right on his chest (directly under his chin) and despite his protestations, Richard has been known to sit there and let her settle in, just because he doesn’t have the heart to move her.

So there is Richard, practically prone on his chair, craning his head around the purring Tangerine on his chest, watching House on his computer, and along comes Azzie. Azzie, who, while most assuredly a mama’s boy and not a very bright one at that, is still possessed of enough brain power to recognize a perfectly good lap going to waste. So he settles in on Richard’s lap.

I start laughing. I dash out of the computer room, all the while telling Azzie to stay put (because as i mentioned, he is a mama’s boy and will usually follow me *everywhere*) and manage to extricate my camera from my purse. Richard obligingly, using his toes, turns his chair around so as to give me a better shot. But alas, we are both laughing too hard. I cannot focus the camera because my hands are shaking, and his laughing is what finally dislodges the cats, who grumpily stalk off, having been deprived of their favored spots. Thus, there is no actual picture to share with you. So you are just going to have to imagine it.

Trust me. It would have been an awesome shot.

Posted for NaBloPoMo.