Thanks a lot, dad. I'd just fallen into a deep, deep sleep. Dad just got up about 45 minutes ago, and I followed him out to the rocker in the living room where he sits to read. He finds it amusing that I sit in front of him looking up, as if I need HIS approval to sit on his lap. I jumped right up and curled myself into a tight ball, then instantly went into sleep/drool mode. It felt like we'd only just sat down when he sucked the last drop of his first cup of coffee, then picked me up under my arms and set me down on the nicely warmed cushion as he groaned to a standing position. Dad's lap has been a perfect nap spot for years.
This is a sort of self-portrait he did in something called "Paint" on the computer years ago, when my old buddy and "brother" Isaac owned his lap.
The two of them were almost inseparable. That's Isaac with the tiger stripes, and that's dad in the really awesome green sweats, looking down while using the mouse with his right hand.
Well, dad just refilled my food and water, and needs to get on here, so I'm gonna go annoy mom by climbing up her body and talking her awake. As much as she needs her sleep I know she'll lovingly turn over so that I can bury myself in the nice warm folds of the comforter on top of her. She's still asleep, but she won't mind. She lives for my comfort and happiness.