Juno was in the family room, chirping. She's a talker, our girl cat, but she doesn't meow, she chirps; just a little noise that lets us know where she is at any given moment.
Then something clicked in my brain and I went to investigate.
Juno was stretched out on the sweater blanket, a recently completed throw made out of old, felted wool sweaters which turned out to be the new favorite of everyone in the house (well, the animals and myself). Ray, being the dog that he is, wanted the spot and did what he always does; he climbed up to claim it. Juno, being the cat that she is, declined to give the spot over to the blind hound and chirped at him to let him know it was hers. Ray, respecting the chirp decided that sharing was a good idea; he curled up next to the small cat and used her as a pillow for his large doggy head. Juno took the immense weight as long as she could (about a minute), kicked at the head to get it off of her, and shortly thereafter, decamped.
|Hm, these cat pillows are pretty comfy.|
|Get OFF of me dog!|
|Cat pillows are more comfy when they don't kick.|