Bliss by Harry Bliss for April 24, 2018

Remember what Fred Flintstones used to do?

But Mittens kneads you.

Been awhile, but I still remember a cat walking on my face then laying down almost suffocating me. Cute.

When spending the night at a friend’s house as a teenager, we slept in his sister’s room as it was bigger. I was in a sleeping bag on the bed, my brother and friend on the floor. Middle of the night I felt this weight on the far end of the sleeping bag. The family cat didn’t realize the daughter’s bed was otherwise occupied. I kicked my legs (not knowing it was the cat). I then heard, MEOWWWW! >THUNK<. It went sailing through the air and hit the wall. I went back to sleep. The cat was staring at me and gave me the evil eye when I woke up.

lost your mittens?

you naughty kittens!

you shall have no pie

This is faintly disturbing.

Hard to resist a free head massage.

This is why we locked the cat out of the bedroom when we went to bed.

Is this the cat I’ve been reading in “Texts From Mittens”? :-)

Nothing like waking up with paws walking across your face! :)

Foolish Human! It is always time for Mittens!