Meet Popeye. This is Popeye during the 30 or 40 minutes a day when he's actually conscious and alert.
The rest of the time he's waging a passive war on literacy, whether it's falling asleep on the laptop while we're still using it...
...falling asleep on the printer...
...or hogging the bed.
My cat runs my life, and thinks nothing of batting us around in bed when he wants ice cubes put in his spring water or fresh food in his bowl.
Quite often, I'm tempted to put to the ultimate test the old adage that cats always land on their feet and just when I'm about to open the window, he then looks up at me with an expression like this...
...and suddenly everything gets put in perspective.