Every morning I wake up, make my bed and get in the shower, but lately someone has been getting back into my bed. At first I was totally baffled. I'd come home and the pillows would be on the floor or the covers would be all messed up. Then one day I caught him. I came home to this:
There are two mounds in the middle. The first is the pocket Max digs to get under the covers. The second mound is Max...asleep...under my covers.
I've accidentally sat on him a few times, but my favorite thing to do is call his name, listen to him give the most fake little cry and then slowly pull back the covers to watch him squint in agony over the bright lights. I just see it as a little payback for all the times he wakes me up in the middle of the night.
I know. I'm the crazy cat lady, but I like it.