snug in a rug

Mickey

A couple of days ago I was feeling cruddy, so I stayed home and turned on the fireplace. Mickey immediately climbed into the big armchair, curled up in the wool blanket, and stayed there for something like ten hours. Oh, the life of a housecat.

I had to sit on the couch. I know my place in this household.

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2 thoughts on “snug in a rug

  1. Not having a dog, we are able to leave dry kibble out at all times for the cats, so there’s never that sense of urgency. Wet food (known as “stinky fish” even if the particular variety isn’t fish flavored) is a different matter, but Mickey is able to hear the sounds of stinky fish preparation no matter where he is in the house or how comatose he is. It’s truly remarkable.

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