My Daddy accuses me of being a nuisance. He says that efurry time he settles down in front of his puter to work, I jump up on him and...
... use him like any old chair. He complains that I don't care if he has urgent work to do, or if I am in his way... that all I care about is how comfy I am in his lap.
Seriously, can you blame me?
My Daddy is furry warm and cushiony. How can I ignore such comforts when they are staring me in the face?
If I did, I wouldn't be a very smart kitty, would I?
If my Daddy kicks up a fuss, I simpurrly look up at him with my furry big eyes. That usually melts his heart and he lets me do as I purrliss.
If he fusses too much, I change that look to a furry sarcastic one to let him know that I rule the house... so as much as he may protest, I will continue to use him as my furry own couch.
Photos courtesy of Melvin & Stephanie