Ballou decided to supervise my studying last night, as I prepared for the exam that I wrote first thing this morning. In between the moments I captured in the photos below, she was rubbing against my face, which made my asthma flare up. Thanks, kitty.
I suppose I can’t complain, however, because I scored a hundred percent on the test… When most of my classmates barely passed. This is what I love about school, and miss whenever I’m not enrolled in some kind of course: The thrill of achieving a fixed goal! It’s just math, the high level stuff that my classmates grumble we’ll never use in “real life”, but I absolutely love losing myself in it. It’s a sort of escapism, you know?
Cats are such strange creatures.