Lap time

One thing I like about my human's new job is the lap time I get.

He leaves the house about 3:00 am, and comes back somewhere around 9:00 or 10:00 am. Usually I am ready for lap time rather than brexfast then, and he is ready to give me a lap to sit on. He often checks my twitter and his then. Sometimes I'll climb up closer to his face.

Well, yesterday (afternoonish, I think), I was sitting on his lap and purring a little. Not so loud that he could hear me, but loud enough that he could feel it. He told me he could feel me purring. It wasn't all me, however; his cell phone was in the pocket under me. So I had to get up. He got the phone out, and I had to say something to the person on the other end after he opened the phone up. (His phone doesn't do much other than take and make phone calls and take pictures of me.) I went to his feet and then back on his lap while he talked to that person.