Cats are crazy people.
I'm lying in bed, reading, and I decide to roll over which is in fact a MAIN EVENT here in Nettland. I do so, at length, and groan and moan about how much the seemingly simple act hurts to buggery to myself only to be confronted with the DISAPPROVAL™ of my freaken cat.
He's staring at me with this 'WTF I WAS COMFORTABLE WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO MOVE NOW I HAVE TO REPOSITION, FOOL' face. Then, HE rolls over in a casual - too casual, the bastard - manner so he's facing away from me and starts snoring loudly.
Fucker >_>
He's staring at me with this 'WTF I WAS COMFORTABLE WHY THE HELL DID YOU HAVE TO MOVE NOW I HAVE TO REPOSITION, FOOL' face. Then, HE rolls over in a casual - too casual, the bastard - manner so he's facing away from me and starts snoring loudly.
Fucker >_>