One leg over…
…then the next. Andy uses me as a bridge from the recliner arm to the end table. It doesn’t matter if he has to walk across my laptop or my legs, my usual place to sit puts me in the position of being the bridge.
One leg over…
…then the next. Andy uses me as a bridge from the recliner arm to the end table. It doesn’t matter if he has to walk across my laptop or my legs, my usual place to sit puts me in the position of being the bridge.
You’re not feeding, playing, or cleaning the litter box. What else would you have to do? 😁🐱
A good question…!
Be thankful you are only a bridge, Doug; Barmalei uses my stomach as a trampoline!
LOL! I’d have to agree with you in that instance!
As most black cats, he has non-retractable claws, and we have never given him a manicure. He is y gentle, but my shirts are usually quite thin – it’s hot in Florida. Claw marks on my stomach are a constant.
I know what you mean, DOlly! My stomach and legs are always in various stages of recovery from scratches.
We love them anyway!
They have a way about them, for sure, Dolly!
Ahahaha, I’ve been there too, I’m on Franklin’s pathway to a window.
LOL! We suffer for our love of cats, eh?!
Humans make a convenient bridge, don’t they? Especially when they are trying to sleep and kitty wants to get to the other side of the sleeping human. 🙂
LOL! It seems we are indispensable in our own, curious way.
you are the catwalk LOL
I’m pretty well used to being used by the klitty boys by now…!
So many kitty decisions to be made, Doug! 😻🥰
You can see the indecision Andy felt in the first few seconds, eh?
So many things for the little kitty brain to decide!
Yeah, you can see he is processing thousands of decisions before he takes the leap!