The other night, it was time for Mom to change the sheets. I arrive on the scene to offer my expert assistance and what happens?? She REFUSES to let me help. Something was muttered along the lines of "for the love of all things furry let me get this done so I can go to sleep."
But I turn the other orange cheek and do the next best thing - lounge on the old sheets.
I'm not only helpful - when she allows it! - I'm also a forgiving feline.
Happy Monday, y'all.