Cuddle time...then...

Sometimes a cat just feels like snuggling up with their hooman.
Hoomans are made of warms.

This happens as and when we feel like it — not all the time.

Our hooman should feel privileged when we choose to snuggle with them.

Last night, I left the window sill I was napping on, and, after a biiiiiiiiig stretch, I wandered over to my hooman, who was sitting on the big, long, soft chair.

I sniffed him.
He smelt okay.

I climbed onto his legs, then onto his belly, then up onto his chest.

I pushed my feets up and down a bit, then settled down into a loaf position.

After some nice head strokes and ear scritches, I laid down properly on my hooman.
Mmmmm — warms.

I was enjoying the fuss, so I closed my eyes and had a mini-nap.

All was right with the world...then my hooman moved 0.000000000000001 inches.

I've never been so offended in my life.

I meowed, jumped down off of him immediately, and ran into another room.

Very unhappy with my hooman.