I contend that the fuzzy companion beats losing your spot when you get up. Three nites in a row he’s moved to the middle and claimed as his own. He does not like to share.
I get a lot of comfort from these self help photos as I realise lying here with the same furry arrangement spread on top of me that I'm not a victim but a facility.
I can't believe that you don't have at least three books within reach on a table or other surface. Or has Fiasco already knocked those onto the floor as well?
premee i do not want to be the "what were you wearing" person right now but istg if i came by and you were under that fuzzy blanket i too would be strongly tempted to curl up on you
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and he always hops up when I'm thinking about getting up
I get preened by a murder chicken if I sit down
This basically is the CAUSE of the LITERACY CRISIS around here
Mr fluffy goodness wanted a cuddle and who am I to argue?
Know your place, nap bed.
(Pet the fluffy invader for me? Mine is currently colonising the folded blankets by the radiator and uninterested in snuggles.)