"Yeah, I'm shit at anatomy, Midnight. This is the best I can do," I console her. Even as I direct my eyes back to the laptop I'm using, I keep my hand busy lathering Midnight with affection. However, it isn't long before my arm is brushed aside in time with the couch starting to shift underneath me. I don't have to turn my head again to see what's going on; Midnight makes her presence known by twisting and pushing her way into my lap headfirst, forcing the laptop onto my knees.