So I've taken more and more to getting on the bed with mom and dad, though mostly in the mornings. I'll spend the night now and then, but as a creature of habit, I typically sleep in mom's chair. Once dad leaves for work I head upstairs to snuggle up with mom where I know it makes her oh so happy to wake up and find me there.
On weekends, dad still gets up at stupid o'clock and after his quiet java/reading time with me, goes back upstairs to lounge with mom until she wakes up. More and more lately, I'll head up after him and hop up on the bed, curling at their feet to continue my snoozy routine.
I guess there's something fascinating about a sleeping cat that melts humans' hearts and tells them to pester us. I know they mean well and can't get enough of us, but my goodness.
That's mom giving me some much-deserved loves.
And dad took this one back when the sleeping bag was still on the bed for extra warmth. He woke to find me tucked up against mom's legs & butt. Okay bye. I'm gonna go nap.

















