Cat Nap

A couple of days back while i was fluffing the living room cushions into an inviting and comfy state, i saw something that seemed suspiciously like animal hair. Now since the Fellow and i haven't (yet) gotten a dog, i assumed some unsuspecting animal lover shed them from their clothes. 

Just then the maid came up to me with a look of extreme disgust and asked me to come into the spare bedroom. Trying not to look scared, i went in with her only to be met by a smell so overpowering that it could mean only one thing - an animal did get in. And no, it did not die in our house. It marked its territory. On our rug. And the hair on in the living room? Apparently the cat decided the big fat cushions were a nice place to rest its tired paws. 

And so every night we check all the doors and windows so that the cat doesnt sneak in while we're sleeping and surprise us with hidden treasures. 

How wrong we were. 

Today morning, the Fellow got out of bed grumbling about how comfortably i was sleeping, while he had to go to work, only to go into the living room to see a big fat tomcat snoozing in the same comfortable state on our cushions! 

I think we've been adopted.