06/23/2026
I have conducted extensive research and can now officially confirm that Mom remains my favorite place.
The couch is nice, my bed is nice. The Copacabana Room with a sold out crowd, divine.
The floor directly in front of a door someone needs to use? A mid day favorite.
But Mom continues to hold the top ranking.
Not the big room at Caesars with a 24 piece big band, although the applause does wonders for my confidence.
Wherever Mom is, that’s my favorite.
Some people have asked if she enjoys having thirty pounds of corgi draped across her shoulders.
I have not asked.
I’m the headliner and she’s the supporting cast. Literally in this case. We all have a role kittens, that’s showbiz.
What I can tell you is that every time Mom sits down, I somehow end up here. Science has yet to explain it.
Dad says I’m “a little much.”
Meanwhile, Mom understands that when you are blessed with this level of charm, handsomeness, and emotional support expertise, certain sacrifices must be made, like personal space.
Anyway, if anyone needs me, I will be in my current position providing comfort, shedding strategically, and making it extremely inconvenient for Mom to stand up.
It’s called love.
Cheerio,
Oliver Henry Francis Clark-Shattuck 🐾
P.S. Mom says I’m heavy.
Mom also says she’s keeping me.
I rest my case.
