Snuggle Spots

I know that Chase likes to say I don't pay attention to my choice of sleeping spots but that is not so! When I want to sleep I take many environmental factors into consideration. I figured I'd share them with you to prove that I'm actually quite thoughtful AND smart.

1. Is there another cat/human that I can suck heat from?
2. Is there something soft and comfortable to lie on/in?
3. How long will the spot last? Chase tends to get up quickly.
4. Is there a heating vent nearby?
5. How about coverage, can I completely burrow?

Taking all of these parameters into mind I decided last night to snuggle in the triangle that the Lap lady creates with her leg sometimes when she's sleeping under the covers. I circled in, snuggled up, and even licked her thigh to tell her it was a perfect spot. Of course I eventually needed to BREATH so I came up and put my head on her pillow and slept there. And as usual, my purring got me kicked out because I'm so loud.

I hope this proves that I am actually very discerning about my sleeping spots.

Cleaning

I just want to let you all know I was "upgraded" to Blogger Beta. Yeah, so now we all have to share a proflie and that stinks.

Cleaning is pretty fun around our house. Lots of interesting stuff gets moved around and the Lap Lady opens and closes the Toy Closet a lot. I'm a good girl though, I never steal my toys, I wait until she gives them to me. She gave me lots of good little things to play with including a tube from the wrapping paper she was using. I helped her wrap presents by sitting on the paper. She didn't seem to appreciate it too much.

The most fun was when the Tall Man cleaned the bathtub. The Lap Lady never thought it could be so clean. She rolls her eyes a lot about how slow he is to clean things but he does do a really good job. When he was done I had to jump in there to sniff it and see with my own eyes how shining white it was. I was in awe!! The Tall Man got mad that I put paw prints in it.....but then Latte jumped in too!! Then we got locked out of the human litter box room.

After all of the cleaning I slept in the Lap Lady's arms because I know her muscles are still really sore from her Turkey Trot with the horsie on Sunday. Poor Lap Lady winces when she goes down stairs.