Mittens is always sitting on Momma's lap when she is on the computer. She purrs and drools on the keyboard, and gets into everything. (Momma calls her a little pest.) There are strange happenings; things scroll wildly, typing goes nuts as strange letters fly across the screen, pop up boxes appear, out of nowhere. She does this with her head; Momma says this is quite a talent. I am afraid she will delete the blog, or worse, delete the thing Momma calls "windows." (I keep telling her though, that windows are for looking out at birdies, but does she listen? Oh, and by the way, Momma, you need to wash them.)
Momma says she doesn't have as much time to visit everyone's blog right now as she is busy reporting on the cats carrying the torch for the Catolympics and getting everything ready here for the event.