I wake up to Kestine trying to drag over one of the lighter blankets by the corner in his mouth. My groggy mind interprets this as him trying to bring me a blanket.
NOPE. Dude flops right in the middle and starts wiggling and such on his back, all paws up ‘n such. Pity my phone’s charging down the hall, else I’d get a pic. XD
Also I think he likes my liar shirt (“No I will not fix your computer,” which is of course a big fat lie but I like the sass anyway) a bit too much, since he was all kneading on it and even face-shoving on it. Silly cat.
I’ma doze a little more, to sleep off the squee-over from yesterday… @_@