I was busy going about some chores last night, no doubt providing Prince William with an unsatisfactory amount of attention. I finished doing some laundry and then went to make my bed. I honestly don’t think I realized he was in the room – but after putting on two corners of my fitted sheet and walking around the foot of my bed to finish the job, this happened:
In the two seconds I wasn’t looking, he’d pounced onto the bed and was already wriggling around on his back – likely in his best attempt to reapply cat hair to every corner of my sleeping space.
I particularly enjoy the reticent gaze he’s throwing off – I think he’s just trying to hide a grin.