After a long day of foraging, it’s nice to come home to my own cozy space where I can turn out the lights and just relax. I’d be even nicer if I could fit all the way in, but hey.
via Murray C.
Logging Some Downtime
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Clearly this guy hasn’t learned how to relax.
Also squeeeeeeeeeee.
Anyone else wanna play Five Little Wombats with those toes? Or gently stroke that foot?
A tiny perverted part of my mind is enjoying watching the snow fall over the wombum.
I want to press my finger to the bottom of the foot and see if the toes curl around it like a baby’s hand.
The Babinski reflex. I still remember it from undergrad psych.
I knew it was a reflex; I couldn’t remember the name. I love it when they do that! I was a little sad when my cousin’s kids outgrew it.
This is someone without natural predators in the neighborhood. I hope.
That belly is begging for a rub and I’m volunteering my services.
If I came across that wombat, it would be very tempting to tickle those feetsies or gently poke the bellie.
I’m imagining my darling Josephine looking down on this wombat and thinking, “Yeah man, that’s how to do it.” She was what Jackson Galaxy calls a beach cat, just letting it all hang out.
Miss you so much, baby.
{{{hugs}}}
Much appreciated. Hugs right back at ya, ma’am.
Is this the wombat equivalent of one leg out from the covers? You know to balance the hot/cold blanket effect.