We had a visitor this weekend. I really liked him and I curled up on his stomach while he read on the couch.

Then he went to sleep and I climbed under the covers and went to sleep, too.

I thought everything was going really well between us, until about 3 o'clock in the morning when he INSISTED on moving around and disturbed me so much I had to get up and go into the bedroom to sleep with my mom.

These humans, they just don't get it. I'm King of the Universe, not them.

Sheesh.