Sammy thinks that I don't belong in bed with him and my husband. He is his daddy's cat and I don't always fit into his scheme! I will have to fight with him to get in the bed tonight and I will get the usual bite when I move him from my spot! Never fear, his 16 pounds of lardness will wind up on top of the covers between us before the night is over. Makes staying covered almost impossible, but heaven forbid that I disturb him! What we put ourselves through for these love muffins! They sleep all day, we work all day, so why do we feel so guilty for slightly disturbing the furry royalty?????