Posted by on Jul 14, 2021 | 22 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, there I was, perfectly comfy, half-snoozy, about to pass right out into dreamland and what do THEY do?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s change the bed day and they do it together because it’s easy that way but it is PAPA who THROWS me CRUELY and MALICIOUSLY with a jerk of the bedspread over onto the place he THINKS I should be to have a nap.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who asked papa anyway?  Who decides where kitties nap, I ask you. ONE ANSWER allowed or you’ll have to wear the dunce cap.

I was having a lovely semi-snooze, in that half-awake state in which all problems of the universe can be surveyed and solved, you know that place, right?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then WHAMMO.  That bad bedspread (with hand attached) PUSHED me out of my reverie, whatever that is and wherever that was.

My only recourse was to split. FAST and move to a far corner of that bad bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If this bedspread moves me again, I AM READY!

They don’t call me Loulou Lunger Punchin’ Paws for nothing…