No, I'm not nervous or anything, although there's plenty going on to be concerned about. So mom and dad have a Queen-sized bed, which offers plenty of snoozing room for me. Say, why do they call it that, anyway? Dad often refers to mom as Princess. He sometimes calls me the Queen Bee. He dressed partially in drag the first time he saw Rocky Horror Picture Show in 1978. He's been a Queen fan since way before cell phones, the internet, and amazon.com. Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, so they sleep in a Queen bed, and although I've gotten somewhat used to hanging with them in my not-too-cuddly way, my place is generally at the foot of the bed. I will say that it's usually on mom's side, since she typically keeps her feet covered by a massaging heated pad under the blankets. Hey, I'm no dummy. So anyway, with all that open space around them, one would think an ordinary cat would take advantage and sprawl out leisurely. They say I'm not ordinary, so I'm going with that for an explanation for these pictures dad took one recent morning.
I've heard them say that Cleopatra was a little more cuddly. They've often talked about how much of a snuggler old Orbit was. At my age, I don't think I'll ever be much for cuddling.
You know- old dog/new trick and all. Whatever. We're all different, right? I know they love me for who I am, and I'm still learning the same about them.
