Strong Independent Kitten was out in force today, rampaging around the house and sleeping in breezy window sills much more than snugging me or Stan… until tonight. He flopped in my lap during dinner and didn’t move until bedtime.
When he finally decided to let me up, it didn’t last long.
Last week he was spending part of the night sleeping on Brian’s dresser, but lately he’s returned to crash between us or on us. His favorite spots lately are curled up in Brian’s armpit and draped across my throat. Oscar is without a doubt the snuggiest cat I’ve ever met. Now if I can just get him to stop trying to lay on my face.