Most of this blog and most of what I write at home is written under the keen eye of Pasht. She perched on my shoulder as a tiny kitten and never gave up the habit. If my lap belongs to the laptop, then my shoulder and chest belong to Pasht. If I am prone and have an upset stomach, she will warm the area with her own body. Otherwise, she curls up on my pillow and chews on my hair until she falls asleep. She is as much a part of me as my hands or my eyes.
Happy Animal Wednesday!