I am on the couch, with my feet up on the cedar chest which is in
coffee-table position.  The computer is precariously balanced on the
arm of the couch.   Mikey's in lapcat mode; he is lying on my
outstretched legs, his little fuzzy butt planted against my stomach
and his head about the area of my knees.  He is lying in that sort of
toppled-over meatloaf position, legs curled up and with his head
turned back facing me.  He is soooo sleepy.  His little head nods and
nods and slooowly eases downward until his head is hanging down over
the side of my leg.  When his neck, fully extended, touches my knee he
jerks his head back upright and slits open his eyes.  Then it all
starts again.  He doesn't *want* to go to sleep, because then that
blasted computer thingy will get all my attention.  He's like a little
kid falling asleep in class.  :-)

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Krista
Who is amazed at how heavy 7 pounds can be when it's trying to bend
your knees in the wrong direction