How to Ignore the World for a Day
And that’s how.
Another shot of Murry, my strange little baby cat. For the life of me, I couldn’t tell you why he likes so much to crawl under my blankets and sleep the day away. (I mean, I understand the sleeping part, I’ve just never known a cat to like to sleep completely covered by comforters.)
I walked into the room today to find one of his big double paws sticking out from under the blanket I’d left strewn on the bed. I lifted up the blanket, intending to shoo him so I could take care of some cleaning, and I found this. I managed to get this shot before he fully awoke and thought I had come to feed him. I swear, if he’s not getting into my linens he’s chirping and meowing, telling me he’s hungry. Such a ham. But he’s my ham, and I love him. A fact I think he uses against me sometimes. I’ve taught him so well . . .