It is officially autumn. The clocks have gone back, the leaves are changing colours, and the days are getting colder. It always makes me want to curl up at home with a book and a warm cup of tea. But instead I’m trekking to school daily. “Up the hill” or “on the mountain” to SFU Burnaby.

Henry takes over the couch pillows

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I had Chico out a couple nights ago while I was snacking on some lovely Bing cherries. Chico can eat most fruits and veggies in small quantities, so I gave him one cherry to try (anything more would wreak havoc on his digestive system).

Chico was sitting on my lap so please excuse the craptastic lighting in these photos.

I got this chair from my mom’s coworker when I moved out on my own. It’s relatively comfortable, but it moves too much for my liking because it’s on a swivel-rocker-type base.

Henry, however, adores it. It’s a blue corduroy fabric and it is slathered in orange fur. Even me using the chair to pile crap will not dissuade him from using it:

Henry, on his chair, on a pile of crap

Crap includes: backpack, sweatshirt, laptop bag, quilt, mesh curtains, and (underneath everything) Henry’s blanket pad. If it wasn’t for the quilt, I’m really not sure how that would be remotely comfortable.

Did the title make you do a double take? Let me explain.

As you can see in this photo, Henry has his own pillow covered with a lovely fleece blanket right beside my pillow. This is because he used to always sleep beside me and when he got tired of it, he’d move to my pillow.

Recently I got a new memory foam pillow to help my neck. I figured Henry could have my old pillow since he liked it so much.

Not so fast. Turns out, sure he likes sleeping next to me, but what he really likes is sleeping on my head. Or, he just likes the new memory foam pillow even better than the poofy fibre-fill one.

I don’t know, but nowadays it is not uncommon to find him on my pillow in the morning. Then causes my head to slide down the pillow to accommodate my rather large cat, and results in my neck no longer being supported. Thus rendering the new memory foam pillow ineffective.

Not to mention that he also likes to lick my face and “groom” me. *sigh* The things we do to keep our furkids happy, eh?