The cool temperature in our condo means both Blankies of Doom are in full use. Mom lies under them and then we lie on top of Mom. Unfortunately, it means that there are many opportunities for squishing. Sigh...
9 gets squished too.
And kisses... lots of kisses. Poor 9. Heheh...Unfortunately, after 9 gets squished, his dander is up and he attacks me. Mom does break it up, but it gets annoying. Oh well... at least we get cuddles too.
Happy Saturday all!
