Abby calls for me like a little kid. Mommy? Mommy? Where are you? She can't resist curling on my lap in the middle of the afternoon. I can imagine her like a little kid sitting there sucking her thumb with her favorite blankie.

When Pouncer isn't stressed (which is all the time lately) he comes to me and makes biscuits on my side and crawls under the blankets with hubby and me.

Allen and Harry are too independant. They only want food and the occasional scritchie.