Why do stars fall down from the sky...?

Saturday night, trying to get some writing done in The Tomb. Both roommates away.

Roommate #1's cat—"Gotham"—comes skulking about, looking for a little human contact. She can get very clingy, especially whenever I'm the last human alternative for her to cling to in her world. She creeps forth into my room with caution, probing this undiscovered country. Mewling in the most pathetic cat-voice she can conjure. Demanding attention.

I place a towel on a corner of my bed to let her perch there and watch me as I write at my computer.

A minute or two later—just as I've stopped paying attention to her—I feel a shock of claws sinking into my back...!

You see, when she needs attention it's never enough for her to be in my general vicinity. She insists on being right up on me. Nesting on my lap, claws dug in, ass raised, tail cavalierly swatting my face. Her decision to leap onto my back was an ill-conceived attempt to get a little closer to me...

The pain brightly blossoms as I attempt to remove her and her razor talons from the flesh of my back. Of course, she buries her claws deeper into me as I endeavor to extract her. Why? Because cats are from Hell, boys and girls.

I eject her from my bedroom and shut the door.

Minutes later... the sound of scratching at my bedroom door... accompanied by her pitiful cries for entry...

"Oh, she just wants to be near you!" coo the cat-apologists.

I know better. She's looking to finish the job. And the door remains closed.