My sleep has been poor, and when I tried to get out of bed and really
was too groggy, Mr. Clark and his staff have intervened.

I tend to sleep on my side.  Mr. Clark usually starts out on my chest,
but he's really too heavy, and eventually stretches out next to me.
Ding is lighter, and may stay on my legs.

Several times now, Mr. Clark seems to have concluded I needed to stay
in bed. He'd climb on my side, give me several loud distinctive
MiiRRPs, and then s-t-r-e-t-c-h his legs and sink his claws into the
mattress, holding me down. Picture a pair of giant furry staples.

Occasionally, he'd look at Ding and tell him to hurl himself across me.
Rhonda, typically, was marching around giving her "adore me" sound.

I don't think I want to know how much Mr. Clark weighs. With his
orange fur, he reminds me of a Buddhist abbot trying to look like the
Buddha.