KPotD #82: Even More Warms

Guys, he’s at it again, passed out and rumpled among the fuzz balls and random bits of Nutterbutter fur. I’d like to say my shins are magic, but it’s probably the heated blanket.

It’s like interpretive sleeping.

I don’t know how he manages to sleep like that. It’s a gift.

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