5:30 a.m., petie strolls in. (after a night of carousing) He jumps up on the bed and makes himself comfy. Here he is:
So I leave him be, and go to check on him later. Here he is at 7.
I go about my cleaning, and vacuuming. I made our bed AROUND the cat, made the kids beds, and the dishes. Ok, I didn't make the dishes, I put them in the dish washer. It was about 9, so I checked on him again, before I went to the grocery store.
I get back from the store, one hour and 145.00 later. I unpack and put the groceries away. (UGH, I despise everything to do with grocery shopping). Right before I put the kids in for a nap, I go to check on his highness, to see if perhaps he moved..... not so much.
well, I guess if I defined "move" then yes, he did. But move in the sense of the word that he actually got up, and walked his scrawny hide to another section of the house, that he didn't do. Until later.
he managed to saunter down the steps, into the basement. That was about 2 pm. He decided to find a new resting place a bit later on. here he is at 4:45 p.m.- at least his eyes are open.
at 7, we are outside playing with the kids, and who decided to play too?? Petie. this is his idea of playing.
Notice, how most of his activities involve pretty much the same position.
ahhh.... it's good to be the king!