Don't have pictures, you'll have to just imagine:

My brother Fred, who was working nights, claiming he couldn't get out of bed in time to meet me for lunch when he said he would; he had one large orange fluffball, Pippin, (around 18 pounds of Maine Coonish) anchoring his chest, and petite tuxie, Trillian, sleeping across his legs, and Lukas, black long-hair, curled up on his pillow nest to his face, tail draped across him. Cat gravity took effect - Fred couldn't get up and bother all three kitties!


'nother incident: Fred was away and his wife Jennifer had car trouble. My dad picked her up at her office and gave her a ride home. He went in with her, and sat on the bed, waiting to use the "facilities." Lukas came up to demand affection, and Dad quietly obliged, skitching away, rubbing ears ... then Pippin (who is afraid of any human who is not Jennifer or Fred) decide he was jealous, and wanted loving, too, so without looking up, went over nad head-butted Dad's left hand until Dad got the hint. He was surprised, usually NO ONE gets to touch or even SEE Pippin! Dad sat quietly, skritching away, until Jennifer came back in the room and said "Hey, Dad! Who ya got there? "

Pippin stopped, looked up, and was stunned! Then ran away ... his look was obviously "Hey, you aren't Fred!!!!!! What was I thinkin'! Egads!"