CCL, you are right! When I'm REALLY into a book, I'll be sitting in bed propped up with pillows and Pouncer does everything in his little powers to get me away from the book... he chews on the corners, plops ON the book, meows... of course he always wins.

Then Allen LOVES to be in the middle of my work when I'm doing the picture framing. He LOVES the new big framing table (reminds me, gotta get pictures of his new favortie spot) and sits up there when I'm trying to cut matboards and put things together. Allen also lives to play with the silk flowers when I'm doing arrangements.

So I guess love means being there when they don't want you?