My fluffy black cat Tablo ensconced on my thighs, half-asleep, half tucked under the desk, curled into a cinnamon roll shape, catching Zs as his back side slowly slides down my shins. I am resting my feet on a mini ottoman beneath the desk to help him stay on. When he stretches, he comes frighteningly close to falling off backwards, ask me how I know.
A view from under the desk, poorly framed, of his back side sliding down my legs. I folded my legs so I could kinda catch him, but he kept slipping. It's hard to tell what's his head and what's his bottlebrush tail, but I’m pretty sure that black ball of fur is only one cat. You can’t always tell.
If I had to guess, his head is to the far left of the photo, face buried in his luxuriant tailfurs.
My fluffy black cat Tablo ensconced on my thighs, face up, top half now out from under the desk after his near miss with gravity. He's half-asleep, stinky end tucked under the desk, on his way to dreamland after getting up to adjust his position. His eyes are closed in blissful repose after a few minutes of staring up at me in adoration.
My adorable ball of midnight now with his front peets all curled up, trusting little face tucked against my tummy, croissant pose with his tail tucked tight against himself, ears relaxed and deeply trusting, unconcerned that I’ll dump him on the ground.
Working late with the cutest, laziest, smelliest, fluffiest junior IxD in the world. He *does* approve of LITERALLY everything I do, so I keep him around. His adoration is good for my ego #TabloBei