CW: Pictures of a vicious, meat-eating beast.
When we end up going back to work in some capacity, I think our cat might have a hard time dealing with it. He has become accustomed to our constant presence, and seems to think it’s a good thing. In the last couple weeks, he has discovered that he does, in fact, very much like using people as a place to nap.

I went to put my feet up, and he materialized beside me, to jump up. Clearly I was keeping an appointment I didn’t know had been made. Maybe he has telepathic powers?

I honestly wish I could fall asleep as instantly as he seems to be able to.

After a little while, he decided it was time for him to move up onto my stomach/chest. Once he got in the obligatory hard poke or two in my solar plexus, he settled down, and stared at me till I started petting him.

Petting demanded and received, he laid his head down on my chest for round two of his nap.

I moved my arm to a more comfortable position (for me), and he flopped his out so he could do his best impression of a small heated blanket. He then fell asleep, and I resigned myself to my role as a heated mattress.
“I wish I could be half as comfortable as he spends the majority of his life looking” – Tegan, while I was making this post.
Unfortunately, life costs money, and my income from this blog has yet to meet minimum wage for the time I put into it. If you can afford to, please consider pledging a couple dollars per month or so through my Patreon. This will help me continue creating and improving this blog by keeping a roof over my head, and food in my carnivorous pets so they don’t eat me. Crowdfunding requires a crowd, so if you can pitch in a little, it would help a great deal!
Oh wow, he is the spitting image of my boy (save that my boss had a little half-Kitler mustache.) He, too, saw me only as a heated mattress.
I see your owner treats you well.
Well, he IS a saint, and while I’m generally suspicious of religious leaders, he’s good at the whole nonviolence thing.
A little too good. I could stand to have him be a little bit more violent toward some pests. When we first got him, after he regained his health, he was actually a competent mouser, but then he realized that he wasn’t going to stop getting food from us, and stopped killing or even injuring them – they were more fun when they kept running around.
D’awwww! ~boops nose~
He’s a handsome boy!
Tegan? So that’s where she ended up after her journeys in the Tardis…
@blf Funny you should mention that – when I first met her, she commented on the fact that I got both the spelling and pronunciation right, despite having never heard of Tegan and Sara.
Dr Who was the reason!