Elmer and Button stretch out on the long rug in front of my kitchen sink. And since my kitchen is galley style, the whole time I'm trying to fix meals, I'm stepping over fat bassets. I guess it's the best vantage point to catch kitchen droppings . . . . They won't even move if I open the fridge against their butts!
This is so familiar. Mr. Runcible loves sitting in the door opening
between the kitchen and the living room when I am cooking, that
way he can supervise what's going on in both rooms without
moving an inch. And move he does not, so when it time to make
dinner it's time to start the hurdle run.
When it comes to being comfortable Mr. Runcible has no regards
for other people. As the time I was so insolent that I actually fell
asleep on his couch (yes, he has his own downstairs) I woke up
with 100 punds on my chest. After all it was _his_ couch.