So I’m at home recovering from surgery, which makes me glorified cat furniture. To keep the cats from walking on my tummy, I’ve been sleeping under this bed tray.
Sometimes a cat will choose to sleep on the bed tray, like Lula here. (The tray is under the comforter)
But most often, they choose to sleep on my chest. Which leaves me feeling squished.
Lula the neck warmer.
Tucker the ton of bricks.
Machu and his bushy tail looks fluffy, but he’s a chunk.
Sometimes you wake up to purring in your ear.
And sometimes you get double teamed.