Monday, October 06, 2008
I know it's getting cold out there when the boys start squeezing themselves into tight spaces. The less comfortable they look, the more comfortable they are. I walked into the office this morning and found the following pile-up:
Bunny is comfy, really. He was purring as I took this photo. Or maybe what I heard was his last breath getting slowly pushed out by VanBuren's weight.
They really bug me sometimes. I spent all summer long shooing them off my office chair which is a cat fur magnet that no amount of vacuuming can dislodge, off the pile of papers on the desk, off the couch where they don't belong. I try to make their beds as enticing as possible but you'd think I had lined them with tin foil instead of yummy, plushy pillows.
Now suddenly they can't get enough of it. Now they're nesting. Happens every year. Cats are so weird.
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