I stopped by my friend's house today. They have six-week-old kittens just now and they are so sweet.
Kittens are easy to read. If they don't feel like being on your lap they squirm and send a small letter of protest to you typed with tiny little needle claws. When they want to be close to you they climb boldly into your lap and set up camp and fall asleep anywhere they like. Like small children they show affection without any awkwardness or agenda. There are no shades of meaning to interpret. Or to incorrectly interpret. Everything is what it is.
I may need more kitten therapy tomorrow.
And on a sort-of-but-not-really-related note, kittens, inspired by kittens: