So I lay back on the bed to read a bit. Both Buster and Little Feet
are in the living room, watching Senyah crochet. Senyah is snippy
about stealing her yarn, so they just watch, heads bobbing up and
down, as the thread slowly snakes up out of the yarn bag.

Eventually, Buster realizes that my lap has been moved! He wanders
around, meowing and listening for a response, to locate me. Finally, I
meow back, and he come dashing into the bedroom, leaps onto the bed,
and leaps again, onto my bladder.

He settles in, and goes to sleep.

Little Feet, not to be left out, jumps up on the bed. I am reading an
e-book on my Treo 600, so I am holding it up in the air. Little Feet
skootches up into my right armpit, which makes pressing the next-page
button a bit cumsy.

Being slightly ambidextrous, I try to switch to the othe hand. By now,
however, Buster has slort of ozzed closer to my chin, such that my
left had is in an uncomfortable position. Plus, everytime, I lower my
hands, to be more comfortable, Buster starts head-butting them, and
wants his head skritched.

Now Little Feet is exposing his tummy to me, and expects skritches
too. What's a good cat slave to do?

I turn off the Treo, set it down, and start pampering my two
spoiled-rotten boys. Geez, I haven't a clue how they became so
spoiled...

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark