The family cat (called "Wish") thinks that she has found her perch for the night, astride my sons school bag on the kitchen table. She seems settled and very comfy, in cat-like contentment (see below):
So I skilfully engage in a "man-to-cat discourse" explaining to her the need for my use of the table to instigate my next episode in my wargaming education, namely a game of Panzer Leader with some friends who will be arriving very shortly (see below):
She seems to say, "Panzer Leader by Avalon Hill you say" (see below):
"Are you kidding!" She is not impressed! I had to resort to cat-treat blackmail!