In case you were wondering, it is the epitome of Manliness to cozy up on a heaty pad.
Especially when it's chilly!
Mommy squee'd when she saw me lounging on the sofa, toasting my tummy and oozing Grey Handsomeness but since she grabbed the camera instead of me I was forced to turn up the charm to get some pettings:
Mommy put a heaty pad beneath my sheepie fleece* on the sofa to keep my old bones warm, and I ADORE it. I'm getting ricketier by the day, but I still eat my foods with gusto, drink copious amounts of cream, (served several million times a day) and have all sorts of sass to spare: