Every now and then Buster deigns to spend the night.

This often means that bed space is at a premium, and we often end up
in weird positions, due to Little Feet and Buster taking the choicest
spots. But this is normal among cat lovers.

Last night, Buster stayed in.

While I finished up on the computer, Buster began to scale Senyah
Mountain. Starting at the (ahahaaha!) foothills, he carefully made his
way up the treacherous slope. Finally at the peak, he meatloafed and
declared his ownership.

But what's this?!? A mountainquake! Slowly, the mountain pushed him
and shoved him to a lower altitude. He held on for dear life, digging
in his pitons.

Fortunately, the slide was slow and non-life-threatening, but he ended
up at the shoulder of the mountain, leaning into and holding onto it
with all his heart.

When I finally got to bed, he was hugging Senyah's shoulder and back,
and claiming her as his.

Once I climbed into bed, though, he and Little Feet decided to pack
themselves into the Explorer Lounge, just above the headlands (over my
pillow). I'm still recovering from THAT sore neck (grin).

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark