Snoozin' on a winter afternoon

I have often said that it is fortunate that Spenser cannot reach the thermostat and that he does not have an opposable thumb; otherwise, our heating bill would be astronomical. Now that we are having temperatures typical of central New York in January, he is very critical of the temperature at which I set the thermostat and he is very vocal in his criticism. Yesterday morning he followed me around the house, berating me and trying desperately to occupy my lap.

Once he finally tired of stalking me, he disappeared and I later found him curled up on our bed, behind the pillow shams:


At least he was finally quiet.