When it starts to get cold at night, Arthur curls up into a ball on his pillow and we cover him with a fuzzy blanket or two (yes, we're that kind of pet owner). I came to discover that when he's tired, he'll put up with just about anything. Sometimes I get a little carried away.
I call this picture Mother Teresa, but my sister refers to it as The Red Bean.
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