I have to beg my girl Fifi to get in my lap. Most of the time I have to act like I don't want her and then she will come up.

Lamoni won't get in any lap. Forget that he weighs 18 pounds and it's like having a Volswagon in your lap, I want him anyway. He is so soft, has eyes like "Falco", and purrs so loud that he vibrates softly. I have to stand nearly at arms length and then he LOVES being rubbed and petted.

Cindy tells me that Fifi has been coming up in the bed and snuggling between our sholders. This only after I have fallen asleep. She leaves if she sees my eyes flicker.

Joyful melancholy.