My Quinlan on a very white snow day. Sometimes I have to sit her up on the window bench while I send an e-mail or two, otherwise she will grab my hand every time I reach for the mouse. In more desperate circumstances, she's crawled under the desk and hit the main power button so the entire system shuts down. She is a very small woman on a mission.
So I plopped her up there and sat down to type and after a moment or two I wasn't typing or e-mailing or doing anything but watching her. Sweet child, how I love you. You make me see what matters.