Staying cosy

I has noticed something.

It's getting chillier.
I can sense it.

My fur keeps me warm, but I still like to be as snuggly as possible.

These means sleeping by, or on, my hooman, as he's made of warms.

It also means finding the cosiest positions to sleep in.

I has perfected this art.

My preferred positions, as it gets colder, are...

*Nose tucked into belly fluff.

*A full 'catty doughnut' — asleep in a circle, with my tail over my nose.

These positions ensure maximum warmth and cosiness.

When I fancy, I may — as mentioned — sit on my hooman...but strictly on my terms.





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