We have a guest post today from our Cousin Shadow...as dictated to her Daddy, our Grandpaw, who was kind enough (as if he had a choice) to send it to us to post...take it away, Shadow!
Hello, Fellow felines!
In sunny Arizona, finding a warm spot to nap is just a matter of flopping down in any chair that's near a window. But after sunset, the pickings are slim. Here's how I have solved that problem.
When Daddy gets out of his leather chair, the leather is still nice and warm because it has soaked up his butt and body heat. Since he is an avid reader, the chair is warm a lot, especially in the evening which is really great. What is not so great is that he is often still in it when the nap urge strikes me. It's time for Cat Cunning.
Our reading room is the den which is also my room. I hipitty-hop into the den with an innocent, bright eyed look. A couple of paw scratches on my fresh tissue paper, (in my wild moods I can shred a sheet a day), and Daddy will look up and say, "Oh do you want to play?"
Daddy puts down his book and I get ready. As soon as he stands and takes a step forward, I'm a black streak around him into his chair. He spins around and may call me a little !#@$, a word that I can't write here. If he then moves towards me to reverse the situation, I use one of the following two methods to thwart his intentions.
If you have seen my pictures you know that Bombay cats like me have big, round eyes. First, I use them to pierce his soul and bring out the "Oh I don't have the heart to push her out, she looks so comfortable" feeling that humans are suckers for. But if Daddy's emotions are running hot, then I switch to the look that says, "Oh, you're thinking of grabbing me and pushing me out, go ahead, make my day!"
Either way I always win. A couple of minutes of licking random spots on my beautiful fur while my heat blends with Daddy's left over heat and I really start cooking. Then it's an hour or so to enjoy the fruits of my evil deed.
Humans are easy.
Happy Seat-Stealing Sunday!
XX Shadow XX