I don't understand it, but Beasley is whining! He's driving me crazy!
I can't have a phone call, step out of the room, go to the bathroom, take a shower, or answer an e-mail.
I created this beast, and now I have to re-train him to let me have a life!
I love him dearly, and he's fed, warm, comfortable, has toys and friends. But if I'm not in my chair, offering my lap to him, he's out of sorts. I've spoiled him terribly, and it's my own fault. I love that he snuggles the way he does. I wake up to him snuggling me, I go to sleep with him snuggling me, I watch TV with him snuggling me. He makes it hard to type when he's on my lap. I can't see the screen because he's got his body blocking it (computer or TV). I've just given him everything he wants, and what he wants most is me.
Could be worse, I guess, because he could hate me instead...