I havenât done a Caturday post in a long time, not since I moved here to Slate at least. And I pulled a muscle in my arm, making it hard to type long, in-depth astronomy posts, so I figure why not?
We washed our TV-watching blankets, and my wife stacked them on the chair. The cat decided this would be the best place ever to camp out. We havenât been able to budge her in hours.
Clearly, our cat thinks sheâs royalty. But then, why couldnât she feel the pea under those blankets?