|So I’m just minding my own business curled up asleep in my comfy bed, dreaming of … (well, ahem, you don’t need to know about that) when Shaggs wanders up, as cool as you please, and just plonks himself down right on top of me. Now when I say he ain’t heavy that’s just artistic licence you understand … a euphemism, used to denote the distortion of fact, as well as the extreme distortion of my person … can I say person if I’m a cat? I digress (probably due to temporary restriction of blood flow as a result of my recent crushing experience). So, compared with my lithe, compact and graceful physique Shaggs is … how shall I put it … substantial, generously proportioned, sturdy, abundant … but I’m strong, strong enough to carry him, he ain’t heavy, he’s my bro …|
|Dammit I’m starting to contradict myself! One can only cope with lack of oxygen for so long. I decided his need was greater than mine and managed to wriggle out from underneath him. And do you know what? He just curls up and goes straight to sleep! I’m beginning to suspect it was a deliberate ploy to oust me from the comfy bed. Humph!|
I’m only pretending to be asleep until Bob goes away, sucker!|
By the way , my long hair makes me look much heaver than I really am, so there!
I'm so laid back that my first human named me after Bob Marley. I can often be found lounging on my back, legs akimbo. I like batting ping pong balls and chasing the mysterious red spot. At the start of 2013 my brother Shaggy and I adopted a new human. I like string!