Come in. Take a seat.
Over there. By the peacock.
They're exotic, you know.
Now where was I?
I have a cat. Her name is Rumbles.
My housemate picked her up from the hardware store where he works.
They don't sell kittens, they just had a stray one hiding under some boxes.
Rumbles is a precious little thing who speaks only to complain and sleeps where she damn well chooses.
Feel free to ride that segue straight into today's comic.
Sleeping locations are selected seemingly at random in Rumbles World.
Sometimes it's the couch. Sometimes it's a table. Sometimes it's a box.
There was two month period where she slept exclusively on or in bags.
This was actually quite impressive.
It could be a shopping bag or a back pack or a suitcase.
As long as an English speaking human would refer to it as a "bag", Rumbles would sleep on it.
But Rumbles isn't an English speaking human.
Rumbles is a cat.
How did she know?!
I had my royal scientists (I'm a very progressive King) work on it, and they concluded that cats are either psychic or magic.
To quote The Shining, I "corrected" them.*
For eyes only,
*With an axe. I corrected them with an axe.
Have you people not even seen The Shining?
Don't worry, they're fine.