Every time the Man and I come back from a trip, the part I hate the most is the unpacking. So usually my bag will sit for a day or two in the corner of the bedroom. Which, apparently, makes the PERFECT napping spot for Loki, who has made it his life’s ambition to nap on anything that is made of fabric.
Now that the weather is getting colder, I’m back to a two-cat-bed, where Luna curls up behind my knees, and Loki curls up near my chest. I love this time of year!