I was reading in bed the other night when Bailey draped her 14lbs of furriness all along my arm and shoulder, with her front paws outstretched, touching my fingers holding the book.

It was uncomfortable, but she was so relaxed and happy that I couldn't bear to move her, until she herself decided to change position.

ej, you are so whipped! heheh

When I read the title, I immediately thought of jrossi4r.

I remember once as a kid visiting my aunt and uncle's farm. I loved to curl up with tons of books on a glider on their porch. It was a chilly fall day, so I stretched out under a blanket. One by one, I was joined by farm cats - some of whom really couldn't be approached any other time. They lined up and down my legs, on and next to them. I think there were about 15 of them, all shapes and sizes. My legs fell asleep as I didn't want to disturb them and lose this opportunity. So I can understand where essexjan is coming from.
Man, was I warm!