Cheeto riding out Hurricane Isaac while safe in the bed.
Sinkin’ into the blanket like its quicksand.
I’d rather have bed cats than bed bugs.
This is what Cheeto does everytime I walk into the room.
‘I’m so flat there’s no way he can see me. I’m one with the bed.’
‘Here’s what I think about Mondays…’
‘I’ll move when my food bowl is filled. Otherwise, let me get reacquainted with your bed.’