Why when I have 2 baskets of clothes on my bed does Taz choose to sleep on the clean ones rather than the dirty?
Why when he's sleeping on my duvet and there's a vast expanse of bed to choose from does he choose to relocate onto the weirdly shaped, poky bra that I just took off and threw there in a heap?
Why when I pull out a book to read or a journal to write does he choose that very moment, after ignoring me for hours, to lie across what I'm doing?
Why does he start purring the second I look at him?
Why is Taz completely fabricated from awesome?