I am learning Spanish while I sit waiting patiently in the hall.
I can't get into my bed; it's in use.
So I have to wait.
Scooter is trampling my fleecy blanket. He's purring loudly, and Rachel thinks he might even be drooling.
I'm not getting into bed until he's gone away, taking those sharp claws with him.
I like Scooter a lot, but he really is a bit bonkers.
I mean, loco.