Sammie does not like me doing anything that doesn’t involve her. That includes reading. She thinks it’s a great game to attack my fingers beneath the Kindle, until I give up and play with her.
If I’m really lucky, she’ll just go to sleep, sprawled half across me and half across the Kindle, so I can just about read it.
Sometimes it looks as if she’s reading it with me.
She’s very intelligent, you know.
She’s off to the vet again this afternoon, for her second injection. I wonder if she’ll voice her displeasure all the way there and back again. She does not like the car.