Rannie is all chatterbox-y and affectionate right now. If I don't keep my chair pulled in so that my belly button touches the edge of the desk, she hops up in my lap with a "Mrowrr!" and reaches up with a paw to pat me on the cheek while chirping and chortling and buzzing away.
I'm sure this has something to do with food, but I pretend it's because she likes me. It doesn't make writing any easier, I can tell you.