CPotD #178: Trapped

Sometimes Oscar likes to flex his influence by proving how completely smitten I am. He doesn’t snuggle on the footrest very often, so he knows I won’t move when he does. I was trapped like this for two hours.

Look at that angelic face. How could I possibly make him get up before he’s ready?

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