Inspired by my cat once again using my gut as a springboard to launch herself at mach speed, all the force of which is concentrated in the tiniest configuration of her hind paws as possible.
At least this time she didn’t literally take a running start before using my chest/gut to parkour herself off at a 90 degree angle.
if i dont leave bed fast enough to take him for a walk my dog will stand on my chest and eventually flop his body onto my neck. he pees or i die is his plan i guess?