I'm a real bitch

This morning Ki was lying near the edge of my bed purring as I brushed my hair, and when he stretched out and started to roll over I could see that his back end was about to roll right off the bed. For a moment I considered putting a hand out to stop him--but only for a moment. The next second, he was digging his front claws into the blankets in a desperate bid to keep his front end from following his back; unfortunately I didn't see if he was successful or not, because I was too busy falling down giggling.

Sometimes I worry that the ASPCA will come knocking on my door any day now. But then I remember that Ki's other human is even crueler to him than I am.