Petulant Queen

Queen Munchkin here; I'm on the floor by Bobs' feet wanting to get on his lap, but he has his legs crossed so I can't jump up. I keep reaching up a paw and touching his leg to let him know I want up, but he just reaches down and pets me and then goes back to eating his breakfast and reading the blogs. He and Monika have a rule, that no kitties can be where their food is. They said something about not wants loose fur in their foods. *pout*