I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to explain to friends, “I have a cat on me,” and therefore cannot get up to answer the phone, or grab a book to read them something, etc.
Recently I pulled out the heating pad and now it’s Finney’s new favorite sleeping spot. It’s not on and warm or anything, he just loves to sleep on it and I don’t have the heart to put it away.
He also loves the keyboard of my older laptop. It must be warmer or something. I’m worried he will snap off a key, but once again, I don’t have the heart to close it up once he’s settled himself there. I mean, look at him. I’m giving you two shots just so you appreciate the full impossibility of cat movage.
Grown men and women are defenseless against the sleeping cat.
2 thoughts on “The Tyranny of the Sleeping Cat”
Awww. He has you well-trained. 🙂
but I wouldn’t move him either. My Yorkie (who is the size of two standard Yorkies combined) lays on me sometimes and I don’t have the heart to move him either.
We are their sleeping-spot prisoners. Happily.