My humps, my humps, my lovely whisker lumps
Now that you and I know each other better, innernets, I feel like I am finally ready to blog about something that is a very important part of my daily routine. It is kind of embarassing, but I really feel like the persons and cats who read my blog need to know about it. So here it is: I am a humper. My Person finds my humping very confusing. The first time it happened she was laying on the couch watching the toob and I decided to curl up with her. So I did the happy paws dance. Now, the happy paws dance is what happens when cats like me are looking for a nice place to sit down. We have to punch and paw at the blankets or the person for awhile to make sure that nothing inside is going to bite us, and after we have made sure of that, we have to give the blanket or person a little massage in order to thank it in advance for laying on top of it, and after that we just have to punch it for awhile to get it all mashed down and comfy. I am very lucky that I have such big paws, because i...