For some strange reason Mister Mittens decided to lay out on my bed in the upstairs man cave today. She tiptoed by all the empties and garbage and other assorted horrors to get to the bed but she did it. Once in a while she wakes up and sniffs the covers before groaning and going back to sleep. I think it's love.

Mr Mittens loves you.
Cats usually don't randomly choose their sleeping sites.

I love the fact that Mittens' family flop out in the middle of the beds...like they own the place...which they do.

The tomcat Trouble sleeps very close to my wife and sometimes has a front paw on her ass like I used to sleep more than three decades ago.

Nobody here ever better stop laughing.