Last night Clyde insisted on snuggling up under my chin, at an angle which made it difficult for ME to be comfortable (I had to bend my head back), and objected loudly if I tried to adjust him so we could both be comfortable, and then he went to sleep, actually pulling my hair around him for a little pup tent (or would that be a bird tent?

). I started to get sleepy, too, but of course, I couldn't doze off with little toenails digging into my neck and for fear of squishing him. I think your picture with Romeo is darling, but it is a little dangerous. Still, if Hubby was right there and moved him after he got the picture (GOOD Hubby, for taking the picture FIRST!), it was probably all right.