Chin support

My hooman came over to give me belly rubs and chin scritches.
This was nice.
I had a happy.

Then he gave me some ear scritches.

Then he came back to my chin.

And I decided that I was so relaxed that I'd do a chin flomp and just rest it on his hand.

I couldn't be bothered to keep my head up any more - it was too much effort - and this was a nice, comfy place to put it.

My hooman said 'What are you doing Frankie? Don't be so lazy'.

I blinked at him and kept resting my chin.

I expected my hooman to stay in this position forever, but he moved... so I had no choice but to lay down and let the bed support me.





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