Surprise!

Whenever I come home, Scotch is generally waiting for me at the front door. Usually he’s blinking heavily because he’s recently roused himself from a nap at the sound of our car or my key in the door. One day recently, he was not there. Instead I found him here.

I have no clue what it is with those pillows, but when they are on the bed the cats are snuggling on them. I’m going to plead the 5th on how often they are on the bed–besides it is really Eric’s fault because he is always in bed when I leave in the morning. One time I even saw them snuggling on the pillows when they were strewn across the floor!

So there you have it. We’ve categorized what trumps what with Scotch–clearly we have no life.

bed pillows > space heater > his blanket > a lap on a cold day

So there you have it. Not the cure to cancer, but instead the key to Scotch’s crazy head.

^_^