Daisy, pt. 2

Humans, so routine bound. Between the bedroom he has turned on the TV, lower the volume, turn on the Medify Air to filter the air, retrieves a soda, then onto the couch with two pillows then covers himself with a raggedy blanket. Used to be my blanket.

I jump on the couch and allow him to scratch me for three minutes, at which time I seek a spot on the floor to curl up for an additional nap.

Meanwhile, he gets a “free spin” and loses at Solitaire, before putting an odd contraption on his head that hisses. So annoying.