The Daddy pallet

Loki absolutely loves to lie on top of me when I’m prostrate on the floor or bed or anywhere else.  So yesterday I nestled on the floor next to the patio doors in the living room, a move intended to let me soak up some sunshine while enjoying the company of a few lazy cats who likewise were intent on absorbing sunbeams.  But the moment I got on the floor marked Loki’s incessant demand that he get to sleep on top of me.  It started innocently enough.

Loki lying on top of me while I rest on the floor (162_6297)

He stretched out atop my abdomen and watched the goings on outside—namely some avian activity.  But then he had to determine if I intended to stay put.

Loki lying on top of me while I rest on the floor (162_6296)

Once he’d determine I wasn’t going to kick him to the curb, at least not yet, he settled in for a bit of shuteye.

Loki lying on top of me while I rest on the floor (163_6307)

And there we both stayed for a while.  There’s just something about a cat stretched out on top of you that lends itself to a feeling of safe relaxation.

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