Yes, at 28 years old, sometimes I still like to camp out in my living roomFriday nights, watching movies. It also happens to help that Darla is finally starting to sleep in her own bed. But every morning, just as I am getting ready to wake up, this happens:

Tell me, where is mummy’s spot? Taken by a Norwedgie, apparently:

And I’m not woman enough to fight a 19 pound cat for it. The http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/mar/11/cat-attack–man-calls-911-police-therapy regarding a bully cat might be me!