I'm glancing about the room as I type, looking at the spots Tehya would be sitting while I worked on the laptop.
When I lived in New Port Richey doing the NaNo writings at home, I would be at the dining room table, and Page would on occasion hop onto the table and sniff around, working her way towards the laptop before I would pick her up and rub her belly until she would wriggle free and meow in frustration at me. Tehya would usually find a spot underfoot and stay there.
I have no muse at the moment. I must write now with a sad heart.
I miss my kitties.