Each morning and evening, they take it in turns to allow me my time:







The rest of the day, it just ain't my go. I'm expected to take it in turn as an equal, just like anything else around here. I'm just another member of the pride (which is honour enough), and nothing special in the hierarchy. I, as a male, cannot be head-of-pride, certainly not socially. That position is held with grace and some authority by Grrr the Manx.

It's a very complex yet clearly defined society. As an aside, we could learn a lot from them if we weren't so dam arrogant about being humans. GRIN!

If I wasn't quite so thick, I'd just buy a second heat pad and use the new library chair during the day...