Saturday, March 23, 2019

the Couch

T.G.I.SP/SM.S


This man suffers greatly if not doted upon at every turn. 

...so he has the energy for squirrel hunting. 

Sophie owns my hand.  Trapped under her chin for at least an hour. Who am I to move it??

Someone seems very comfortable on the sofa. 



Song by: Alanis Morissette

4 comments:

Raybeard said...

The things we do to give our pets max comfort! They've got us under their little doggie and pussy 'thumbs' and because of our willingness to be subservient to their wishes they've come to expect it as a normal part of their lives. A very cunning tactic - which works!

anne marie in philly said...

spoiled furkids! so are mine and so are raybeard's! and we wouldn't have it any other way!

Bob Slatten said...

Animals run our houses, and I'm fine with that.

Deedles said...

The couch looks like it's giving birth to Shep! He's also doing a fine imitation of a pill bug in the last one. And Sophie? What can I say? She's Sophie, bitch! I'm tired, can you tell?