Chalybeous's Journal: The Ubiquitous Feline

This might be the strangest and most offtopic journal entry ever. However, I feel compelled to note that while browsing /. I have been accosted by a small cat. It has sat on my notes, walked on the keyboard, and rubbed its head on my shoulder while I tried to compose an entry regarding food in space. Luckily, it stayed off my lap.
This is unusual, because I am sitting in a university library. This is not unusual, because the same cat is often seen asleep in the English department (which is predominantly south-facing, so when the weather is good, there's plenty of sunny spots to sleep in), and more frequently in the bar (it's rather fond of chasing pool balls).
I have yet to ascertain whether the cat does, in fact, possess membership for the library and the bar, or if the bar staff have ruled that it is underage and liable to be barred.

You can tell my essay on Jane Eyre is getting to me when I take the time to post stuff like this. I did consider calling this entry "That Darn Cat!", but thought it would open me to ridicule if the /. population realised that I used to like Hayley Mills movies.