I put off swapping a load of laundry because Striker was stretched along my legs, completely passed out, and incredibly adorable. I figured I’d just wait until he chose to get up, ya know, as one tends to do.
He rolled over and I’m not really sure what happened but things went wrong and next thing you know he’s flopped on the floor on his side.
Before you freak out, he’s fine! The only thing hurt is his pride.
Striker did what a cat always does when slightly less graceful than normal, he immediately went to his food bowl and started eating like that was the plan the whole time.
I, like the mean human I am, laughed a little. Then I took advantage of not having Striker on my lap, and dealt with the laundry.
When I came back into my apartment Striker was not only unimpressed with my behaviour but outright cranky about it. It took cuddles, and apologies, and slight grovelling, to get his forgiveness. Even with all of that he is still giving me this expression…
Perhaps I’m not quite forgiven after all?
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 