Isn’t that the way it always ends up?? They refuse to sleep on the bazillion pillows and mats and cat beds I put down. They’d rather sleep on my pillow and try to smother me to death.
now, she looks for my mom to have a cup in her hand, and when mom sets that cup down, Thia gets up to where the cup is, dips her paw in, tastes…and if it is coffe she repeats the process.