The short week that follows a long weekend is always SO long. Kitten Thunder has been needing many naps that I haven’t had time to take with them.
Last night, after The Boy and I had some beer, the kittehs got me under a blanket and got some super napping done before bedtime.
But, after a long day – long because Oliver was up at 5 a.m. to start waking me for breakfast – the kittehs were ready for a nap by 4 p.m.
And I was part of their equation.
Things we say to our cats, number 827: “I love you, but do you really have to choose that body part to place right up against my nose?”
P.S. Are you in that second picture? The blanket looks empty, but it seems like the kind that might be bigger on the inside.
Ha! TARDIS humore FTW!
Oliver and I argue daily about which direction he should lay. Though these days, with his allergies, his sweet face is less kissable than his back.