When Oscar passes out on my lap, he tends to stay a while. He’ll often sleep on my shins because I have the footrest up, and he often doesn’t wake up when I put it down, hence today’s pic.
Granted, I do leave my feet up, lowering them slowly so he’ll have time to wake up and move rather than dumping him on the floor because I’m not a brute, but still. He does usually wake up. This time he slept blissfully through the process and ended up in a puddle of cute on the floor. The power of a warm blanket cannot be denied.