Doctor Seuss would be proud. On Sunday morning, as the Lady and the Significant Other prepared to head out for Father's Day visits, I found myself in the most precarious position. Normally when visiting the S.O.'s abode, I am treated with the utmost respect and am left to my own devices, perched atop the freezer at the back door. This day, however, after a late night, I wasn't as perky as I normally am. As I sat waiting for the Lady to pick me up on her way out the door, the S.O.'s fluffy, black and white cat jumped up and -oh! it pains me to relive this- sat right down on top of me. As I struggled to free myself, the Lady and the S.O. laughed hysterically and snapped an incriminating photo. I ask you, Reader, do I look like a pillow?
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