Ron and I were exhausted this afternoon, so we decided to take a nap after lunch. One of Ron’s main arguments against getting a cat was that he didn’t want to wake up every morning with a cat sleeping on his head, so I decided to use naptime as a “teachable moment” for Walter. I brought in a water pistol and kept it close at hand so I could enforce my tough new “no cats on the bed” rule if Walter tried to sleep with us.
No sooner had I settled in than Walter came toddling into the room … at which point Ron reached down, scooped him up, and put him on the bed with us.
Walter, of course, settled right in and made himself comfortable:
As they say on Cute Overload: Paws up!