Rankle has an awful habit of stomping across my body and head to get to the edge of the covers, then he burrows under managing to tread on my boobs too. I'm sure it's like a fun bouncy castle for him but very uncomfortable for me.
Marcus resorted to perching on my knees after he spent about 5 minutes pawing at me to try to get me out of my chair, so he could sit in the warm seat. Once he perched on my knees, it was very much about him accusing me that he had to be uncomfortable, since I wouldn’t move out of the chair. Cleo, on the other hand, put herself to bed in her stroller that is lined with a quilt.
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