little spoon

As a rule, Chaucer isn't allowed on the bed. He developed the habit, in my last apartment, of "asking" to be let up: standing next to the bed and gazing at me pleadingly. Okay, go ahead, I'd say, and he'd jump up immediately. It was so sweet and cute I pretty much never said no.

In our new place, the bedroom is in its own room, and he rarely ventures in there by himself. But lately he's been wanting to get on the bed all the time. It's probably the cold weather. Anyway, I can't even deal with him all sprawled out, massive paws dangling over the edge. When I catch him having snuck up there without permission, taking photos is closest I get to scolding him.



Why yes, I would love to spoon you Chaucer. I'm so glad you asked.