I’ve been invaded by the cat as I sit at my desk this morning. He has installed himself in my lap, and is now fast asleep. I’ve also just realised that I picked up a smart sweater this morning by accident (it is a black Gap sweater, just like my less-smart black Gap sweater that I often wear to work, only less faded) and that he is moulting all over it. Still, he’s warm, and it is pretty cold and wet outside, so it wouldn’t be fair to turf him off.
Of course, having said that, Dad has just walked into the room, and since it is Dad that usually feeds Seamus, he’s suddenly woken and got up, just on the off chance.