I Can't Move for the Next 24 Hours

I am cat-trapped.

Ever since we returned from our trip, our cats have taken every chance to they can to sit on our laps.

Hammy, one of our cats, is on my lap now.

Obviously, I can't get up.

I can't make lunch, go to the bathroom, or answer the front door that's buzzing.

Everyone and everything has to wait.

I'll be here for as long as it takes.

All day if I have to.

All night.

Shit, the stove is one fire.

Sorry, nothing will make me move.

The firefighters will have to carry me out.