Synchronized Sleeping. The Olympic event for the Rest of Us…

Awwwww…..

See, Beckham’s a sweet guy — he let dear old Satchmo have the warmer portion of the carpet. I notice he’s not closing his eyes till you’re done shooting. What a poser.

Beckham is poised in a position very similar to the one my cat, Tigger, frequently lies in that I have dubbed the “porpoise position.” It’s good to know that thee is some sort of odd species symmetry in the realm of pet silliness.

Now did someone “plop” Satchmo’s ear or did it just happen to flop that way?

It’s all him. I resist posing their ears.

I miss my boys… and Satchmo is doing that weird contortionist thing with his head. How is that comfortable??

Are those poor things beached?
Where’s George Costanza, Marine Biologist, when we need him?

awwww. Butts together and heads apart — what I call The Farty Position.

Satchmo: ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzz-#@! *flips ear to cover eyes*

Beckham: Hey Mo! Look, Doofus let in all these people; violating our privacy! Let’s stink them outta here!

Perfect! The manly Mr. Biscuitbarrel and I will participate in Mixed Doubles: Full-Size Bed category. (Yes, that’s two big tall people in a old-fashioned double bed.)

Do Olympians get extra points for Midnight Angst Sessions, Unmedicated Sleeping, and Going Back to Sleep After One Contestant Comes to Bed Really Late All Charged Up About Late Sports Results?