I felt a little Pouncer kneeding my side early this morning, so I lifted my sleepy hand and gave him some loving pets... he wanted to slide under the blankets with me, so I lifted the covers and in he dove.

I few hours later I woke to see this tight little ball of fur sleeping happily. But I don't know how he was still able to breathe because I sleep with a feather pillow that I hug tightly every night and he was somehow tucked under that, wedged between my crossed arms, and under the quilt. Don't people smother other people with feather pillows? Why did find it to be a happy little place? Or is Pouncer just that amazing?