ksmith | (no subject)

I'm trying to write. In the background, the sound of a bouncing ball. King is bored and wants to play--my sinuses are draining, ears are still closed up, I still feel kinda lousy, and well, I have to work. But King sits in front of me and stares. Tries to put his paw in my lap. Goes off and bounces the ball. Comes back and stares some more.

There is a little bit of rain coming--maybe the pressure change is bugging him. It wasn't like he was cooped up all day--he did have a good amount of exercise. He's just being huggy, and he sheds on the keyboard.