At least he’s given me enough leway that I can type with my left hand and scroll with my right.
He began on my pants, then migrated to the covers, when I finally moved him, he fell asleep on my lap. After a good half hour there, I moved him off … now he’s on my pillow. I don’t see him moving for a while.
This is where Kiyote is sleeping. Long story short, I’m trapped in a ball because he wants to sleep in the middle of the bed.
It was supposed to, but Kiyote is the most confused thing ever because of it. When the alarm goes off, he usually knows that it’s time to get up for school. However, since he seems to know it’s a Saturday (mostly because no one else is awake), he keeps looking at me, the wall, and then laying back down. He doesn’t know what to do.
I went to grab a drink from downstairs and when I came back, a good chunk of it was gone … I wish I was kidding. Bloody cat.
I raised a cat like me … one that ignores everything in order to sleep
This is pretty much my relationship with my cat…