It's been great here lately at The Lounge, with the Mommy all lame and stuff. First off, she can't make any quick, sudden (read: grabby hand) moves to try and Touch me; and secondly, I can hear her dragging her bad leg a mile away--like Igor--which gives me tons and tons of time to
run away strategically juxtaposition myself.
Ergo, I've been sleeping out in the open a lot.
I particularly enjoy sleeping on Mommy's* bed.
It's even better if my humpalumpa brother John joins me for a nice long snooze.
I'm a big snuggler. Of Felines.
Skootching up with Johnny is like cuddling a furry sack of rumbling hot lava.
He's big enough to hide behind, too, especially when that dratted Mommy does manage to sneak up on me. What more could I ask for?
XX Scairtypants Scouty XX
* I love how Mommy smells. She can feel free to smell up the house any time, just no Touching.