A rare moment - because of the cat
I was napping in Marty the Recliner when David got home from work one day last week. David found me and as Mambo was walking into the baby’s room to greet him (our cats come running to say hi when we get home) and of course, David reached down and picked up Mambo. Well, Mambo ended up being placed by Dave on my lap, and if you know Mambo very well, you know that he is NOT a lap cat. No way. That is Samba’s job. Not his. He must have either been an exhausted kitty or just found Marty extraordinarily comfortable because he stayed there for about 10 minutes.
Wierd cat.