Captive Pet

When Bob woke up this morning; I was laying against his left arm, Queen Munchkin was laying against his right arm, and King Obsidian was laying between his legs.  He called out to Monika that he was being held captive, but as soon as he said that I moved down to his feet.  After all, how is he supposed to give us our treats if he can't get out of bed? *laughs*