Last week, I heard the usual rustling of tissue paper on the sofa and glanced over to see Gracie in her nest. But it wasn’t Gracie.
It was Tig.
So of course, I grabbed the camera. And remarked on what a brat Tig is, because he knows that the tissue paper is Gracie’s special nest, and yet, he felt the need to take it over from her. Because he is Top Cat.
She didn’t much care.
He didn’t really want to stay there forever, but I think Gracie’s little reverse psychology trick worked. Because sure enough, Tig stopped sleeping in her nest and went back to snoozing in the kitty condo. Or by the chair next to me while I work. And Gracie? Sometimes she’s back in the nest.
More often these days she sleeps on the back cushion of the sofa. It’s softer. And plus, she looks so much cooler on the back of the sofa.
Shabbat Shalom. May your Shabbat be as peaceful as Gracie’s nap.
Kitties! What an absolutely delightful treat. Gracie looks so comfortable in that last pic I almost envy her.
Looking cool is important. I’m surprised Tig doesn’t put more effort into doing so.