I don’t pay much mind to my furry beast of a brother Sherman (aka The General). The only time I worry myself with him is when he joins Walter in a game of chase with me as the prey. Otherwise we keep to ourselves.
But today I’ve had it. Sherman’s managed to seize ALL of my favorite sleeping spots. It started with the bed. It’s embarrassing to admit, but Steve and I snuggle on the bed in the winter to keep warm.
To my horror, when I was ready for my afternoon nap I found Sherman claiming MY spot. Disgusting. I’ll never be able to get rid of that furry beast smell. Not to mention he had horrific gas – I overheard Little Mom saying he ate too much of his chewy. (And don’t get me started about Walter sleeping under the covers.)
So I had to sleep in the bathroom on the vent to get warm. That’s not right.
After tossing and turning and getting very little sleep, I thought I should get up and eat. On my way to the food bowl I perked up when I saw that one of my moms was doing laundry and she was nowhere to be seen. Prime opportunity to curl up in a basket of warm sheets! So I grabbed a bite and made my way back to the basket only to find this:
The General is the biggest furry beast in our house, and I’m no fool, so I just let him sleep. But after Eggnog and Steve taking over my blog and now Sherman stealing all the best sleeping spots, I’m over it. A cat can only endure so much.
I’m so sleepy now. I guess it’s back to the vent for me.