Posted by on Aug 7, 2021 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PAPA, why are you suspiciously hovering over me?

Well, first it’s change-the-sheets day but EVERY day it’s take-a-nap day and I happen to like beginning this relaxing work-break on papa’s side of the bed, which, in turn, inspires him (because of my cute-i-tude) to give me a lovely head and jaw rub, which in turn makes me think I might be able to STAY where I am this time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wrong (but that feels good).

No way, Jose.  Every single  time, papa takes that bed cover and (gently, I have to say) lifts it up and out from under my little sweet bod so that I have no recourse to staying put but instead have to move myself to mama’s side of the bed, like it or not.

Maybe he’ll change his mind…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is a pattern, a mountain of a problem, if you will, that seems insurmountable.

Hey, I can go with the flow, I’m not rigid and uptight and insistent on having it my way.  Papa wants to nap, I want to nap, mama isn’t here yet, heh heh.

So I’m trying mama’s side… before she shows up.  She knows to NEVER wake a napping kitty!