Riley and Moondoggie, once mortal enemies (okay, that’s not strictly true; Riley hated him, but Moondoggie adored her at first sight — just like a romantic comedy!) have finally achieved a modus vivendi, at least so far as sharing the recliner is concerned. However, Moondoggie, as you can see, is a bit of a bed hog:
He inevitably pushes Riley against the arm of the chair, causing her to become increasingly dense and compact, like a black hole. And he’s the world’s heaviest sleeper, wholly bereft of those feline reflexes that cause Riley (and just about every other cat I’ve ever known) to snap alert at the slightest disturbance. When Moondoggie naps, he means business, remaining deaf to remonstrations and dead to the world.
Riley, on the other hand, sleeps with one eye open, ready to give the paparazzi a withering glare:
“Don’t just stand there. Grab a spatula and flip him over.”
I wish that I could sneak up on my two rather large employers, but the fuckers already know what’s gonna happen when they hear the camera turn on, and it’s nothing but closed eyes and blank faces.
I love that face on Riley, it pretty much sums up every female cat on the planet, except the ones who are too paranoid for you to fully SEE their facial expressions.
Left by Anntichrist S. Coulter on November 9th, 2009