Sunday, when Dad came home from where ever he went this time, he sat down on the comfy sofa in the kitty feeding room. I ambled over (didn’t want to look too obvious), then climbed up on the sofa. Eventually I made my way over to where Dad was sitting, and then I curled up on his lap for some good Lap Action. Well, technically, I suppose it should be called Lap Inaction, but let’s not get all worked up over semantics.
I was in the middle of a really good snooze when Mom came over with the flashy box and snapped our photo:
Dad has a reallllly comfortable lap, in case you are ever over here for a visit. I think I was making him sleepy, too.