Don’t ask me why I thought about Laz.
Myself, I thought of Howard Stern, upon hearing of a kinkajou caressing a woman in her sleep. Just like him, I thought.
You thought of me because you often wake to see me caressing your face.
Laz would love one of these little kinkajous if it could
get along with his baby kitteh kats.
Our cat has her own little door. She brings in all sorts of
stuff; so we never know what she is going to catch while out
hunting during the night. (The heifer sleeps all day after
prowling all night.)