I left the box to my new pair of running shoes on my bed, and this is what woke up and popped out when I got back from my run.
Hey, if he's comfy being squished like that, who am I to argue?
Tails is always finding a new, strange spot to sleep in. I only wish my grab-the-camera-and-snap-a-picture-of-the-cat reflex was better; I always miss him actually sleeping.
He wanted to be near me, I wanted to do my finance homework. We reached an agreement. This isn't a strange spot per se, but it shows his ability to sleep anywhere, even with me actively moving papers and books around next to him.
Goldy found wire basket, which isn't all that weird, but if you look closely you can see the kindling for my wood stove under her. How can that be comfortable?