by The picture below was taken this morning and I’m pretty sure this has never happened. When Finnegan started stepping onto my lap I said, “Little dude, this is not going to work.” But he made it work, and Bleecker didn’t do anything to wreck it. Finnegan is actually sitting a little bit on top of Bleecker, but it was the only way he could fit himself in and thank God Bleecker was just fine with that.
Meanwhile: Still without heat and hot water. Right now I have the oven on with the door open and a fan in front of it to blow the warm air into the room. Sounds a tad dangerous, I know.
That arrangement on your lap was probably permitted by Finnegan because it was nice & warm, right?
It looks like the state I call “Cat Shackles” when one is loathe to get up & disturb everyone because they’re all so peaceful & comfy. And so you end up sitting there, not moving, and WAY past the point where it started actually feeling cramped & uncomfortable for you. But at least the cats are warm!
EXACTLY. I called it “the tyranny of the sleeping cat.” It’s a love hate thing.