Macky, Mowie, and Sunny

Macintosh recently discovered windows and their views. He loves them.

Apparently Mac and Sunny love falling asleep next to the subwoofer. Their music preferences are as follows.

Likes

• Jack Johnson
• Death Cab for Cutie
• Jason Mraz
• The Beatles

Dislikes

• Eminem
• 50 Cent
• Michael Jackson

(Folks, relax, he’s mid-yawn; not pissed off. Although, Eminem does make me pretty angry. Shrug.)

Tonight, I noticed Mac picked up something new right before he decides he’s going to sleep for eight hours. Well, not eight hours straight. He usually wakes up 3 hours into his session to bite my toes while I’M SLEEPING, but that’s another entry for another time.

What did he do? He did that whole animal pre-sleep thing, you know, the paw thing. The “I’m going to scratch at the floor for a good ten minutes before I place my fat ass down to sleep.” You know what I’m talking about. Your pet does it.

Romeo, the greatest dog in the world, even does it. It’s an animal thing, a cute thing.

Apparently, Mac and Sunny discovered they could climb up my blanket, which was dangling off the side, to reach the full comforts of bedding.

Too bad they don’t realize that in a few hours, they’ll be moved to the floor so that I can sleep.

Too bad I don’t even realize that I’m sleeping on the couch.