I'm lying on the bed, Little Feet curled up under my left arm this
time (he was under my right arm). I'm petting him and skritching his
ears. He's purring lightly, and dozing.

Buster is inside somewhere, but realizes that I am not within sight,
so I might be somewhere else.

Finally, Buster finds me in the bedroom, and jumps up on the bed. He
streeeetches out, and up against my left leg, his nose inches from
Little Feet's nose.

Little Feet cracks open an eye, sees Buster, and half turns to look
over the edge of the bed, instead of right at Buster.

I swear that buster is grinning.

All is well, and we all three doze together on the bed. Ah! What could
be better on a Saturday, than that?

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark