When Roadkill* was a baby (you know, a month ago...) - she use to lay on my desk above my keyboard. It looked so uncomfortable to me, so I got a thick white towel and folded it for her to rest on verses the hard wood.
She follows me everywhere.
While I was in the bathroom doing my hair one day, I watched her jump up and yank down the towel off the towel rack. Then she peacefully laid on it and stared at me the entire time.
No towel is safe.
She's deemed them all her personal beds.
Oh, that and I have absolutely no privacy to speak of anymore.
Roadkill* has a new name according to my daughter... it's now, Jupiter... we'll see how long that name lasts...
Animals make you love them...and then they cause havoc. ;-)
ReplyDeleteWe had a black cat named Jupiter who was such a sweetie. He was a very tentative sort of cat, as a result of being in a shelter for over 3 years before we adopted him. But he was sweet and he was my naptime companion. I miss him so much....
ReplyDeleteIt would be funny if she were a he - then you would have your own little towel boy
ReplyDelete*chokes as I laugh so hard amused easily by my amazingly childish wit!!!