Lights are out. Bubbie is loose. I've already had my hair pulled, face kissed, and now he's busy playing with his tennis balls. I'm sure he'll be back on the couch with me shortly. He loves climbing on me. It's how I spend my night's off. Movie's and suggie time.

Sounds like fun, I let out 6. 2 of them don't bother me, one only if I have treats. The other 3 will visit me on and off with Gus spending the most time with
me, but as time passes he starts to get chewy. First my hair, then my toes threw my socks, then finally me moves to digging at any scabs I have on my arms and legs (usually after about 1.5 hours together), that was when I call it quits, either I move him away or leave the room.

Bubbie is my only one. He more or less has the run of the living room unless I'm asleep or at work. I'm one of his toys apparently. Lol