Well, if nothing else mom and dad know they can always count on me for comic relief. At the risk of sharing too much, I decided I wanted to get in bed with them this morning. I'd fallen asleep out in the living room, but needed some cuddle time. Ordinarily I hop up and, after scouting the best spot settle in to a nice, comfy indentation somewhere, usually on mom.
I alerted them of my presence quite loudly, as I usually do, then proceeded to jump up on mom's side, and lo and behold (what, exactly does THAT mean, anyway?) the bed was all wiggly and I think mom and dad were having a wrestling match, or a joint seizure or something.
I heard a muffled giggle, and they continued to ignore me, if you can believe that. The nerve! Confused and offended I hopped over them, jumped down to the floor, and went back out to the living room. Just wait 'til they want some attention from me!