Yesterday, Mommy and Daddy were watching TV from the couch, but then Daddy fell asleep in the chair. I don't like the TV, because I don't want those people and things coming out of the box and into the room. Everyone tells me that they stay in the box, but I still don't quite believe it. Anyway, Mommy was still on the couch. Freya climbed up to sit with her and get some pets. That looked like it was nice, so I went over to see if I could get some pets, too.
I walked by the couch. Mommy petted me a couple times, then made a clicky sound and called me up, patting the couch. I wasn't sure, so I put my front paws on the couch. Was I really allowed up there, or was it someplace for the inside-only kitties to be but not for me? No, she really was calling me up there! I hopped up on the couch, then walked over to Mommy. I got pets! She really did want me to be up there! I walked all the way over Mommy's side, then headbutted her chin while she petted me. Thank you, Mommy, for allowing me to do all the things the inside kitties do! I hopped back down, but then hopped back up and did the whole thing again, just to be sure. I got more pets, so I tried it again. Yep, it worked a third time, too!
After that, I decided I'd had enough of figuring out snuggles and the couch. I went off to play with a roller, which is a tube from the inside of a doggy poop bag roll. The humans here use those bags to bring the box stuff out to the garbage. Very strange, but I'm glad they come with the rollers inside the bag rolls, so I can play with those! I went hopping sideways around the living room after my roller, while Mommy giggled and Freya looked on with pride. Freya's becoming my inside mama cat, at least for a while until I get my forever home.