Happy Monday, readers! Gypsy here with today’s post.
If my pawrents had any doubt that I have talent, that all changed last week. While they were busy at their desks working, I was over in one of the office chairs that I have officially claimed for my own. Later, Motor Mommy said that she knew I was over there pawing at Motor Man’s two work shirts that were on the chair. I have also claimed those as mine.
When Motor Mommy glanced over, this is what she saw:
She couldn’t figure out how I had managed to get UNDER one of those shirts. All. By. Myself.
A few minutes later (after she’d gone back to her work), she looked to find that I had actually turned myself around and gotten even further under the shirt, pulling it off the back of the chair.
Then I decided that things were a bit TOO warm in my little cocoon, so I opted to lie on TOP of the shirts.
The next day, I was once again lying on one of the shirts, and Motor Man thought it would be cute to cover me with the other one.
I was not amused.
(But then, neither are my pawrents when I use that really nice leather chair for my scratching post.)
As a matter of fact, yes, I DO have free run of that office. Why do you ask?
~These Days Of Mine~