Snuzz Factor: +3
I interrupt this Friday morning to let you know that as of 7:27 a.m. PST I am still stuck in bed and am being held hostage by Tailer, obviously set on not allowing me to leave and therefore disrupt his cute comfort zone.
He has not yet opened the floor for negotiation, instead insisting on letting me know who’s boss by locking me up in his patented arm hold, seen here.
Rest assured that snuzz delivery will continue–I am armed with an iPhone and am not afraid to blog with it.
Sending these images direct from the stand-off. As with any hostile situation, the graphic nature of these pictures may not be suitable for children under 87. Viewer discretion is advised.
Oh, yes, I am familiar with such terrorist kung fu and karate tactics. My younger Afghan Hound, Audrey Hepburn, weighs sixty pounds not including all her blonde fur. I will wake up to find she has my legs in a kung fu grip with her paws and the rest of her draped all over me. When I try to move, which is futile, since my legs have been numb since who knows when, Audrey will lift one eyelid and give me a look that says, “Do not even think about it–I am very comfortable.” It’s like being held captive under a gigantic bag of warm Chinese food.
tailer,
way to go!! i do that to mommie when she watches tv
Oh, how horrible to be stuck in bed under a nice warm kitty! LOL I wish that would happen to me.
Was Tailer purring win he was holding yoo hostage? Cuz I find that purring is the ultimate weppun win the hostage is sugjesting that he needs to git owt of the bed. Purring nootralizes the git-out-of-bed urjes and terns him to jelly. If yoo cood just pass that sugjestion along to Tailer. Thank yoo.