Last night, I went downstairs to find my cat Normie. We live upstairs in an apartment from my mother, but our doors are often open to allow the cats to visit her. Most nights, I find him and bring him upstairs.
All the lights were off except for the one in my mother’s bedroom. Her door was halfway open. I was about to knock, but I could hear that she was awake by the turning of a page in a book.
I poked my head inside to see this:
I bust out laughing. I’ve never seen Normie get under a blanket with my mom before. I had to get a close-up of his cutie-pie face:
Then Normie opened his eyes. I tried to get a shot, but a yawn got in the way:
Mom and I can’t help but laugh at Normie. Whatever this cat does contains an element of entertainment:
Then more laughing and licking:
Finally, the desired shot:
Although I still think that my favorite photo was the first one I took because Normie looked pleased as punch to be snuggling under the same bedspread as Nonna.
Now he doesn’t have to share, which has never been his strong point.