So here’s the story: around 4:00, I finally roll over after sleeping on my back like a mummy all night. Ralph appears at my shoulder and paws at the blanket. I lift up the covers and he curls up beside me and purrs like a lawn mower. It ruins my sleep for the rest of the night and it is hands-down the best part of my day.
Brad says
Ned was a blanket paw-er, but he used his nails. Even when they were trimmed it hurt. I eventually had to shut the bedroom door.
Tammy says
Love that story!
Lauren's dad says
Why not put him in a kitchen drawer before you go to bed?
Kristi says
Don’t you mean “paws-down”?