I admit that Tessa knows how to exploit Mom’s addiction to fur and warmth. However, Tessa’s paying a high prize because she endures physical contact. I again invented an improved concept for making Mom stay on the sofa.
The blanket protects me from human smells and intimacy while I’ve still full control of her body. And look at the shape of my den – cozy and alike expensive cat beds Mom would never buy for us.
Oh yes. You may call me Feline Sapiens now.