Snoozefest

No, that post title doesn't mean this is about almost every time dad tries explaining something work-related to mom. I'm sure some of you can relate, no?

 Anyway, We felines sleep. It's what we do, right? I mean, if we're not eating, pooping, batting around a shoelace or crocheted egg or staring at some unseen (to humans) thing up high on a wall, we're sleeping. It's the very reason God put us on this planet. So why dad thought sleeping would make for an interesting post is quite beyond me. I mean, I know I'm cute when I curl up like a shrimp, or twist like a pretzel and stretch, but it's just sleeping. It's how we spend about 75% of our lives. 

Okay Smudge, you're starting to drift here. Let's get back to the point.

You're the one controlling the keyboard, dad. 

Whatever. So while poring over my "Smudge" photo folder I'm reminded that so many photos I've snapped in Smudge's short time with us are of her in various sleeping positions. 

And your point is?

Okay, okay. I know every cat person in the world is more than familiar with cats and sleep. I simply wanted to share some snapshots of you because I think there's nothing more adorable than a sleeping cat. 

Don't you mean "a sleeping Smudge"? And now you're starting to drift here.

Right. Sorry, My bad. Anyway, at the risk of losing readers, I'll just get on with it and simply share some of my favorite photos of our little princess doing what she does best. 

And finally, one of my favorites. I have a thing for classy black & white photos.

Even though earlier photos we've shared were of Smudge on our chair's footrest, this has more recently become one of her favorite spots, and she now voluntarily hops up on it to curl up at my feet. Smudge's mom and I feel she's finally starting to settle and develop some routines and favorites all 'round. We've even woken on some nights to find her sleeping at the foot of the bed!

 

Baby Steps No More- Revisited

So if you remember my post of the same title from April, I told you how giddy my mom and dad were simply because I sat on the chair with dad for the first time (obviously, these two need to get out more).

As things turned out, that was pretty much the only time I did that, and as I mentioned earlier, under the living room table near them was about all I'd give them.

 Well, for the past week or so, I've taken to voluntarily hopping up onto dad's my chair to hang out on the raised footrest next to dad's forested legs.

I've even hopped up onto mom's chair and walked over the table between them to reach the footrest, which makes for a purrfect nest for me to curl up on. My dad thinks maybe I decided they passed some test or something, and I now consider them worthy of my closer company. 

Now, I know this probably isn't very exciting for most of you, but mom and dad are crazy overjoyed, and dad considered it worthy of a new post, so, yeah. 

Trying It On For Size

For some time now,  mom and dad have wanted to try a tent of some sort since I seem to have a thing for having something over me. I've shown them that under the table is my go-to place, like a security blanket. When I hear rain pounding on our roof and thunder rumbling, I usually hide in the tight space under the wall-mounted vanity in our spare bedroom. Last weekend they shopped for a kitty tent/house/dome and, though they wanted to be budget-conscious, wanted to get me something sturdy and comfortable. To make a long story short, they decided it would be best to try something out temporarily to see if I would get used to it, and since they've amassed a mountain of boxes in the basement, got what they figured was a good sized one and, well-

Don't laugh- it's temporary, just the right size, and best of all it was FREE!

Mind you, this is only temporary, but I think I've already proven that this is my new safe space, especially when I need a place to hide.

My box is actually nice and cozy, and it has more than satisfied their curiosity about how well I'll do with it, don't you think?

Dad wanted me to throw something in here- he feels bad that he didn't recognize my new toy from Ellen as an Easter egg. I told him it was okay, and that most people already know how thick-headed he can be at times. He got kinda snippy with me and told me I needed to clean my room. He can be such a dad sometimes.