Haphazardly Hobbying

I work in my office most of the day, and generally both the dogs and usually at least one cat hangs out in here with me. Last week it was pretty warm in the morning so Saffy spent a couple hours stretched out on the floor. Homer and Smudge were both sleeping on the futon (Homer can tolerate Smudge from about 3 feet away, but that’s about as close as he likes to get).

For whatever reason I noticed Saffy get up and look at the futon. Now, there was a perfectly reasonable spot on the left hand side – plenty of room for her to spread out – but that’s not what she wanted. She wanted to be right in the middle of her two boys. As soon as I saw this start to happen, I grabbed my phone and started snapping pics.

I had to wait for the stupid app to start so by the time I was actually able to take a photo Saffy had already started the operation. She slowly climbed on the couch and sat gently, trying to determine the best course of action. Note the “Why Me, Mom?” look on Homer’s face. Smudge is still oblivious.

She turns in tiny circles, hoping to widen the space a bit. Homer’s studiously ignoring her. Smudge is, I’m sure, awake at this point, but pretending to sleep and hoping she’ll just go away.

Sorry for the blurry, but this part is important. Saffy delicately settles in here – but what you don’t see is her shoving Homer further over so that she has plenty of room. Smudge has given up the game and is waiting to see if she’s going to actually lay on top of him (she’s been known to do it).

Ah, (tentative) success.

Who, me? I’ve been here the whole time.