I have a cleaning crew come in once a month, and I don’t bother to make my bed that day, because they remake it no matter what I do, and it’s rather embarrassing. So, since they love making beds, well, I leave it to them.
Tigger loves cleaning day after they’re gone, because for some reason he loves a freshly-made bed (okay, fine, I do make my bed other days, but yeah, I’m pretty lazy about it). He loves to sleep at the head of the bed, on the pillows.
Well, today, after my crack squad of cleaning ninjas left, and the cats came out from under the bed, I found this.
That’s right. Pawprints on the blanket. Bedprints. I’ve never seen that before, and had to share.
That’s my boy.
Oh my. Built in snowshoe paws across freshly fallen blanket