I told you cat pictures were coming. This is why I can't ever get any work done. The top picture is of Henry laying right on my knitting pattern. He has this way of just knowing which line I need to read next and laying his big ol' head right on it. The bottom picture is of Harper trying to army crawl onto my lap. Her strategy is to move very slowly and not make eye contact with me no matter how many times I say her name in hopes that I might not notice that she's creeping onto my lap. You think it's any easier right now while I'm trying to type on my lap top?