Today the compromise is that I do my writing lying down, with one arm wrapped around Bob (which he thinks is a hug that shifts annoyingly but is actually me trying to reach the keyboard). It is all very pleasant though. No claws this time.
Note: The other cat Bib (Bob's brother) is on top of the shower railing again... I'm waiting for the sound of scrabbling claws that means he's tipped over the side and is hanging on for dear life (again - this is also becoming a daily routine). When I do I'll have to run up the stairs to catch him.
Bib just fell off the shower rail and scared himself.
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