Oh, Blogosphere, I know that much time has passed since my last post,but do forgive me; my sleep has been poor in both quality and quantity.
In the past, I believe I eluded to the fact that I am, what one might call, a fuller-figured feline. As a large-framed individual (I am large framed--Primary Human vulgarly likened my head to a grapefruit) it is challenging to find amenities necessary for the domestic cat, which suit my stature. I long ago gave up hope that they would dispose of those ridiculous litter boxes and fill a kiddy pool with my preferred litter; but is it really too much to ask for a bed which will accommodate my ample form? My only relief comes from Primary Human's office furniture. I find her chair most comfortable, and quite private when pushed into the desk. But each morning, she unceremoniously removes me so that she can sit there to 'work'. Accommodating as I am, I then try to assume a posture of rest on her desk, enjoying the contrast of its smooth, cool surface--but no! There is apparently not enough room for Primary Human to look busy and allow my supine position. And so, Blogosphere, I spend the day going from place to place, floor to fridge top, trying to find a suitable place to rest.
Is there no rest for the weary... or the voluptuous?
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