Why is it that when I don’t want the cats all up in my face….they’re all up in my face? But when I’m lonely and could use a little company….the little hairballs are nowhere to be found.
Case in point: when more than half my bed is being taken up by Robert already, Cosmo, the 14-pound slab of hairy, striped dead weight, must insinuate himself between us every night, pushing me over to the very edge of the mattress. However, when Robert is gone overnight, there’s actually room and I wouldn’t mind having Cosmo around he is gone with the wind.
Maybe it’s a just an evil cat thing. Are dogs like this?