Each night, when I go to bed, Pavel is generally already sleeping at the foot of the bed in a very un-cat-esque pose. It’s just wrong. After I settle in and kick him in the head a few times while trying to get comfy (he’s always on my side), he tends to just walk up me and plop himself down next to me, often using my arm as a pillow. I love that cat, but he dumb.
