My 3 year old cat Jasper may not be the smartest, I mean he once fell into the bathtub with me because he was trying to attack the bubbles. He was not a happy kitty.
He's cute but he's not like the most adorable thing on the planet. I mean he's no Lil Bub or Grumpy Cat.
What he IS, is the silliest furball I have ever encountered.
It all started when he was a baby.
I soon learned that no matter how pretty or comfortable of a bed I bought for him, he much preferred to sleep in the most bizarre places.
And he later demonstrated a particular love of cookware.
Sleep in the bed you bought me? Silly woman!
It all started with my homework.
And my stereo.
And then suddenly, it was a frying pan.
Thus began Jasper's love of food containers.
All food containers.
I wonder what kind of tree THAT grew on?
Really dude? A lasagna pan?
My cat epitomizes the phrase, "If I fits, I sits"
But oh, food containers are not the only things he likes to sit/nap in/on.
Clearly he didn't learn from the bathtub incident.
And honestly who can resist curling up on fresh warm laundry?
Oh were you trying to make the bed? Tough.
What do you mean you don't want cat fur on your towel for when you get out of the shower?
Don't you want me all over your skin?
Oh is this where your head is supposed to go? Too bad, I'm comfortable.
Bottom line, my cat will curl up in the most inappropriate places.
I keep thinking I've seen it all and then BAM, I find him in a soup pot at my parents house.
So he may not be the smartest or the cutest but I think that he wins the award for silliest.
Oh were you trying to blog? I'll just sit here and stare at you.
Better yet, how about I pounce on your hand?