Today, they’ve both been doing that as-defined catnap thing — little naps, then a bit of play, and then napping again. Which means more chances to apply pets. Raven likes to come yell at me until I pet him on the floor and/or play with him. I’ve yet to score a lapcat, but at least they tolerate short cuddles in the middle of their other stuff. They’re happy healthy boys, and we love them dearly.
*claps hands* Right. Time to tuck in kiddo, do a few chores, etc.