Actually, no; Mozart is a lap-sitter, if I'm on the couch; he sleeps tucked up under my chin, if he can get it, or if I object to having my mouth filled with fur, tucked into my stomach (side-sleeper, here).
The business with sleeping under the table is (1) He's feeling a little oppressed by Scrabble, lately, and (2) I think he may be feeling cool in his summer shorts with all this damp, grey weather we've been having. There is a UPS under the desk, and where he's sleeping in this picture is on the floor in this teensy-tiny little triangular wedge of rug between my footstool, the Big Crate of Archers Beach, and with his back against the UPS.
Sometimes, he'll sleep on top of the UPS, which is quite a trick, considering the relative sizes involved...
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The business with sleeping under the table is (1) He's feeling a little oppressed by Scrabble, lately, and (2) I think he may be feeling cool in his summer shorts with all this damp, grey weather we've been having. There is a UPS under the desk, and where he's sleeping in this picture is on the floor in this teensy-tiny little triangular wedge of rug between my footstool, the Big Crate of Archers Beach, and with his back against the UPS.
Sometimes, he'll sleep on top of the UPS, which is quite a trick, considering the relative sizes involved...