Sometimes she lays on her saucer in order to protect it--- so that Leonard, our other cat, doesn't get any ideas about stealing some of her tuna.
(Some of the worst cat-fights we've had in this house were over one cat snatching a bit of tuna out of the other cat's saucer....)
Yep, she's addicted allright. I wonder if I should set up an "intervention"?
It must be exhausting to lay there all day.
But, actually, sometimes she does sleep somewhere else. At times, she seems to love sleeping up against my shoes.
Sometimes she sleeps like the below posture--- done strictly in order to scare me to death. She folds her paws in front of her like how they arrange dead people in their caskets..... (Yes, I alway take it seriously and run frantically to see if she's breathing, the little idgit....)
(One day that little knucklehead is going to cry wolf one too many times.....)
The below picture is her posing. Who in the hell does she think I'm taking these pictures for---a dadgum nekkid cat magazine??!!
See her primping below?---I guess she feels that she must always be ready in case a scout for the "PlayCat" magazine comes calling.....