Don’t look all so surprised because I said, “Guys, everyone’s got to move over, sorry.”
Seriously guys. Also, quit making a pillow fort out of my pillows, Simon.
What is this “move over to your side” you’re saying?
I don’t speak English. I do speak Ball, Beach, Outside, Walk, Car Ride…
… okay, I speak selective English. Can I have your pillow?
So, you know you’re totally a photo person when you get up at three AM, take some advil, wander back into your bedroom and flick on the light to see where the kitten might have ended up… and then you go out and get your camera because Simon is wrapped up like a burrito in the warm sheets you left. Come on, that’s just totally adorable.
Until I wanted them back, in which case he started to weigh 100 lbs and made me roll him.
Hello, Simon-Smaug in your freshly laundered sheet mountain!
These sheets were totally clean, bleached and washed, fresh from the dryer and he’s like “Ahhhhhh…”
My response was, ”Oh, look, they instantly are covered with Corgi fur, awesome.”
Then I threatened him and said I was going to go find Sophie of Laketown and put a stop to this nonsense and then take his hoard of gold. He didn’t believe me, hmph.