I was away from the beasties for almost an entire week. It was AGONY. I mean, usually this plushy pile of fluff is at the end of the bed every morning:
you sleep with these weasels?
These weasels, once awakened in their cage first thing in the AM, are often still sleepy and snuggly and wish to be cuddled, and Tilly in particular likes to curl up by my feet while I’m laptopping it in the bed with a cup of coffee.
Yes, I’m spoiled. If it helps, the one time I tried this with Riot he jumped off the bed, ran under it, tore a hole in the lining of the box spring and had to be lured out with treats he did NOT deserve.
i wish m cats slept w/ me.
how can anything that little be that fluffy?
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