laughing

I really need to laugh lately.  Dr. Mind has even noticed that I distract myself with him for a while each session to laugh about something, anything.  Well, tonight I'll share my laugh because it's truly a new one on me.

This is Noah:

Noah is precisely as goof as that totally randomly chosen picture looks.  I love him dearly because he is actually very smart but very, very funny in how he uses his intelligence.  He will sit and look at something with his head cocked for 30 minutes figuring it out, and only act when he has.  He is the cat who constantly finds himself in predicaments; he is afraid of plastic bags and hides if I open a trash bag because he spent an awful 3 minutes flying around the house once with one stuck on his leg until I literally tackled him; when I left him and my other cat in a "playpen" device on vacation I arrived back at the cabin to find Noah guiltily emerging from under the bed.  Somehow he managed to figure out how to undo the (tight) velcro on the bottom of the thing and get out, but leave Anna inside. 

I got tired of laying on my right side or sitting up and so I laid on my left side.  Noah likes to lay on my side when I'm falling asleep.  Well, after a while I felt poking and little head butts on my back.  I petted him, but he continued to try to get me to do something.  I tried to get him to jump up on my side when I realized he won't lay on my right side because that is NOT how we sleep around here.  Poor little guy.  I just won't do what he wants and flip over.......