LN, I love the way they're just "hanging" in the picture...that's what my Tiger will do, too. He's so furry and just like a rag doll, so it's quite funny. But I usually get him up on my shoulder so he can see things from "People Height." haha
Oh, and I know exactly how you feel about them taking over the bed. I woke up one morning with my feet literally stuck in the middle, between Tiger's and Angie's bodies. And this morning, I woke up suddenly to my alarm and apparently bumped into Tiger...then later, lying there half-asleep, Angie scares me to death by jumping up on the bed. Who's the real boss? I'd say it's them.
Tiger's the boss. I'm his consig. Charlie is underboss.
Tiger likes to hang on my shoulders/neck while I walk around the house. Charlie doesn't
Long as I remember The rain been coming down. Clouds of Mystery pouring Confusion on the ground. Good men through the ages, Trying to find the sun; And I wonder, Still I wonder, Who'll stop the rain.
