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[dc]W[/dc]hen Stephanie has the day off, she is prone to texting me photos of Nigel, our cat.

To gutter-minded members of the audience let down by that sentence: sorry.

Today, Stephanie sent me a pair of Nigel photos, several hours apart. The first, a little after ten this morning, showed Nigel, curled up on my bathrobe, in its place of honor, crumpled up on my office floor.

Then, around 2:13 PM (Eastern), Stephanie sent another photo: Nigel, still fast asleep on my robe. She added: “I didn’t send the same photo twice.”

For your enjoyment, here are both of the photos (because there are not nearly enough photos of our cat on the Internet).

But that’s not all: when I left for work this morning, around 8:40 AM (still Eastern), our darling cat was already snoozing on my robe.

Stephanie later informed me that Nigel finally left the comfort of my robe around 2:30 PM, only to return about an hour later (roughly 12:39 PM, PST).

Dog comedians were right: cats be sleepin’.

My theory is Nigel misses the Christmas tree skirt, a favorite napping spot for the past few weeks, now packed away.

Stephanie offered a simpler, yet cuter explanation: “I think he missed Dan.”

Aww.

(For the non-cat lovers, there are airsick bags under your seats. If not, make do with the nearest trashcan, empty Big Gulp, or Dance Moms collectible tote bag)

Last night, Nigel jumped on my lap while I played Ocarina of Time. While cute, it didn’t make fighting Stalchildren any easier, especially when he nuzzled the controller.

But, I didn’t mind.

What I do mind, however, is when Nigel nuzzles my hands while I am inking a comic or sipping from a hot cup of coffee. These are his favorite times for such a thing (although, while I am mid-yoga pose is a close second).

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