A few months back, I bought a great set of vintage lawn chairs from an estate sale. They would allow Robb to lie down outside when his back needed a break. They were a particularly lurid shade of 1950s turquoise, shockingly comfy, and in remarkably good shape.
The cats seem to love them.
But at our house there are RULES.
- Cardigan and Sleeves, being brothers, can snuggle all day long, and that's just fine.
- Smog, being an irritating little urchin, is not invited to snuggle with anyone because he is Too Damn Annoying.
- Linguine, being Deposed Nobility, does not snuggle with riffraff.
Apparently, vintage lawn furniture over-rules everything, and Snuggling Chaos ensues.
Linguine is Not Impressed.