The princess and the thermostat

Since it's gotten colder outside, I've discovered that my mom is apparently an Eskimo when it's time for bed. The house gets colder--and, YES, I DO notice even though I have a thick coat of amazingly gorgeous fur--and Luanne and Teen Baby crowd the momma for the night.


So far, Luanne still doesn't allow me to sleep propped up against mom legs or mom arms (warmth-hogger), so I either sleep in one of my beds, which are both on the big bed, or I sleep in the cat tree, which is right next to the bed.


A few weekends ago, I took advantage of the momma sleeping late and got under the covers (I do this every once in awhile now), and I discovered I could do my Bikram yoga in there. That's when you roll around and stretch and it's warm. In case you didn't know, BIKRAM stands for "Bodies Imitating Kitteh Relaxation and Meditation." Now you know. Spread the word. We invented this AND we don't need water bottles or towels. Or mats.

So, first I wedged my way inside and got right next to the momma. Despite the fact that she is constantly shivering and wrapping herself in 80 layers of clothes, she was warm.


I immediately rolled onto my back and got myself into position...


for Upside-Down-Facing Kitteh. If you try this and are unable to touch your toes to your chin, you are not a cat. Sorry.


After maintaining this position for 10 minutes (oh yes I did), I released and relaxed next to the momma.






and then took a nap.


I am not spoiled.