Posted by on Jun 7, 2020 | 10 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, in these if-fy times, for which I really have no name because they are so WEIRD and IF-FY, mama finds that sometimes she doesn’t sleep as easily as, say, papa, or, of course as I do, the Queen Statistician of Slumber  and Snoozitude, and what I hear more often than not in these moments is, “Loulou, why can’t we anthros sleep like KITTIES?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hey, it takes skill, mama, a very large amount of skill, that’s why.

And big feet help.