Smidgen in her Spot above the computer monitor in my home office, supervising my email.
Another shot of Smidgen in her Spot. Notice the missing cupboard door.
She likes to burrow into the folded bedclothes; sometimes she forgets to let us know she's there and she gets tumbled about a bit.
Sleeping on Cathy's legs is about on a par, popularity-wise, with being in her Spot.
Sometimes she wants attention somewhat more overt than the occasional distracted "Hi, Fuzzy!" When this happens, dislodging her makes for guilt like you wouldn't believe. Note the excessive tidiness of the surround.
Smidgen in one of her characteristic Alfred E Neuman snoozing poses.
As above, but from a different angle.
Smidgen in the midst of a fierce battle with an Intruder: a catnip-stuffed bat.
Hey! It's getting away!
The feast begins.
Back in her Spot with the bathrobe.