One of Cupid's favorite places to lay
is on a heat register.
With all of that hair,
I don't know how he does it,
but he loves it.
As you can see,
he was a bit miffed at me as I used the heat vent to dry out
Becky's back pack as her water bottle had spilled into it.
In attempting to remove the bag from the vent,
(that is purely my human assumption)
he seemed to be tangled in the handles.
With a bit of a Me OW,
he rolled over,
seemingly to assure me he was just fine.
And then a parting look at me
as if to say,
"Dear human, have you not
I am always in control?"