If it's one thing Sugar is good at, it's laying around.
And she seems to sense when you need her furry, fat girth upon you...
She's like a 20 pound heating pad that purrs. Keeping sentinel over you until you feel better. Like a guard cat of sorts. "Keep away from Dad. His knee hurts and I and making sure he stays put!"
Yeah, she's real helpful.
If there isn't a person to lay on top of she has other options:
A couch, or one of 5 beds...
My newly re-covered chair or a sunny window...
Or even the random laundry basket.
"Just doing my job, mom, just doing my job..."
"Just doing my job, mom, just doing my job..."
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