Well, he won't admit it, but I think Dad is stressed. He spends all of his time reading something out of a thick book, then switches to read more out of another big book. And at the end of it he just pulls out his hair in frustration. Reading...I don't see what humans see in such a thing. Why read when it makes you pull out your furr? I don't understand. Then he has the audacity to go to his laptop and spend hours looking at this white page with a lot of black words on it. Sigh...I would rather just play, but Dad says he has to get this done by Thursday because of something called a "final." I guess all I can do is lay on him and purr until Dad finishes with his college classes. Oh well...at least I still have IndyPaws to keep me occupied.