Okay, so long story short, I got my hair cut last weekend. I now have layers in the front. (I SWEAR THIS IS IMPORTANT.) This means I have little bits that escape my hair clip if I put my hair up and cannot be arsed to do it properly.
Evidently the little short bits are of great interest to the cat. After chewing on them for a few seconds (until I threw him off the couch), he climbed back up and just... sat there. Danny has, for the past half hour, been sitting on the back of the couch, hunched over staring intently at my hair, and purring, very, very loudly.
Should I be worried?
AND NOW HE HAS TILTED HIS HEAD AND IS STARING AT ME. WTF.
This is why I'm a dog person. Dogs can't do prolonged creepy stares. They get bored, forget what they were doing, and fall asleep on your legs.
UGH. Can I say, as an academic, I cannot express deep enough sympathy for what it must be like to work for a bunch of academics. Frustrating as hell has to be the least of it. Ack.
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(I am not even going to make any height observations!)