Here's a contest for you. What's wrong with this picture? (And no, it's not the heinous sweater I'm wearing, although that's wrong on so many levels.)
It's also not the Kindle that I tossed aside so casually when I started to get sleepy.
Here's a clue: it's something to do with the cat. It's always something to do with the cat.
Tommy likes to cuddle with us at night. If someone's lying on the couch, he's lying there with them. But what's with the leg? It looks as though I've got a giant furry turkey leg resting against my hip. Or like he's been stuck on a spit ready to to roast over a fire. Roast kitty, anyone? Plenty of meat to go around.
Btw, that's his tail behind him, not his other leg. That would really be weird. As if having a cat on a spit wasn't weird enough.
Tommy, we love you. But you're a freak.
