Dougy likes to hop on my lap and knead my chest. Unfortunately, he oftentimes does it when I’m writing a letter or updating this blog. He’s tenacious, though, whining and putting his paws up on the armrest of my chair or… 

…hopping up on the end table – where’s Andy? – and being a pest till I give in, put my laptop away, and submit to the “making bisquits” treatment.