The joy of pets

I love my cat.

For the past ten minutes, he has been sitting in the bathroom, facing the wall, with his head stuffed under the towel hanging from the rack. He has not moved, except to occasionally attack some unseen spot or groom his paw.

Clearly, he has taken on the mighty task of protecting the other cat and myself from the dreadful, deadly tile monsters. Or perhaps the even more terrible Grout Goblin.

I will rest peacefully tonight knowing he is here to keep me safe.