I loved being near my people. I hardly ever got in the bed when they were sleeping but I often napped there when Mom was getting dressed for the day. The few times I did sleep with the Mom I slept curled up next to her stomach so I wouldn't get kicked.
This was one of my favorite spots in the Family Room, the blanket on top smells like Youngest Boy as it used to be on his bed and the pillow behind me smells like Dad as he uses it when he plays Halo.
It was a wonderful place to nap and I could see Mom in the kitchen puttering around when I opened my eyes.
Mom always got a kick out of the odd positions I slept in.
I was a very flexible cat, even at 16.
I had a nice long life with them.
~Socks, visiting ATCAD
PeeS: I am hijacking the blog for Mother's Day, so you can see me again Sunday too.