One Cat Night

[lizwilliams]

Sid has conquered the north face of the dog. The Alsatian was between my lap and Sid yesterday evening: Sid stood looking urgently from one to another and eventually clearly thought: oh, sod it. He wound round the dog's legs and jumped up on my lap.

When we went to bed, a shadow snuck onto the end of it, sat squarely on the hot water bottle and imported some extra mass from a parallel dimension, just in case I decided on any funny business like warming my own feet. He stayed for some time, as far as I'm aware.

T's last words last night were: 'That cat's not stupid.' I'll say.

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[quarkwiz.livejournal.com]

Heh. Now try that with four cats, two of whom weigh a stone each and one even more. (The fourth, see icon, is an itty-bitty and weighs half that.) Not just the feet, either! I think this will end when the warm weather starts. At least I hope so, as charming as it is.