When I wake up every morning at 5:30 to walk Ninja, Kevin steals my pillow.
People I tell this story to think it’s cute and romantic, that he is snuggling my pillow in an attempt to be close to me.
I personally think it’s demonic.
It’s my pillow, buddy. Hands (or face, as it were) off.
Alas, I have yet to think of a form of sabotage that doesn’t backfire by destroying my pillow.
It’s a real problem, Dear Reader.
I welcome any suggested solutions, except those telling me to share.