Overprocessed Puffball

I can always count on my little man to give me a good belly laugh. He often sits like this, gazing off into the ethers, pondering whatever cats ponder. Then he gets tired, and starts to nod off, his little head bobs up and down, and yet he stays in this upright position. At some point he falls into a sleep, and topples over. This time he fell whisker over tailtip, right off the end of the sofa and right on top of sleeping Annie. They are both expressing their displeasure over this unfortunate event by growling and snarling at each other. However I do feel that Puff is being rather ungrateful towards Annie, after all she did break his fall.

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