Stretttttttccchhhhhh

I've been accused. It seems that some people believe that I favor one of my black fuzzies over the other. This is simply not true. Lola, to be truthful, gets more play time in my stories because she's a pain in the ass. She's more dog-like, and more likely to be ridiculous. Sophia, on the other hand, is just the sweetest little piece of cake you've ever laid eyes upon. She's quiet, she's lumpy, and she's heavy. I was looking through my phone, hoping to find a few pictures to prove that I do indeed love her as equally as I love Lola, and I realized that the little miss has a bit of a pattern. She's a stretcher. She will stretch out anywhere, anytime, for anyone. She particularly favors the back leg stretch-out, which makes me giggle uncontrollably. So here you have it, a long line of pictures of Miss Sophia, doin' her thang.

Ohhhhhh hey. Just hangin' out.

The one leg extend (ignore the carpet lint please)

Upside down stretch.

Blatant attempt to thwart my unpacking....or packing. There had to be a valid reason for all of those clothes being on a bed, right???

Chillin. (Do I even own a vacuum? And for the record, why is vacuum so hard to spell?)

Loungin' with me...not gonna lie, I added this because I thought I looked thin.

Laying around the pillows.

Favorite...fuzzy feet. She looks like a little bear cub. This must have been taken right when I woke up because obviously my bed would be made at any other time, right?

Downward cat.

Does this body make my head look small?