I'd like to say that this habit of sleeping in the arms/sleeves of my windbreaker, coats, etc. is new, but it isn't. Have I mentioned recently how much this cat likes to burrow?
I have to resort to trickery to get him to come out. A rousing game of "chase the camera strap" usually works.
"He's mo-lting..."(said in you best Wicked Witch impersonation)
Oh, Elvis...
