As you may already be aware, I have a cat named, depending on the day, Tubs, Tubbles, Grand Duke Tubblesworth, Fatty Fat Fat or Toad. None of which are the name I originally gave her, which is: Minnie.
She’s so effing pushy.
If that was a cat, that would be my Tubbles.
This is her, squishing into the teeny space between me and the edge of my desk.
When I unceremoniously pushed her off my lap, she decided to go to the next best place in which to inflict maximum irritation:
So now I have Tubbles-colored cat hairs all over my clean clothes.