Must touch you.

Star has somehow come to believe that she is only allowed on the bed if she is touching one of us.

Glancing at me to see if I'm "satisfied" with the level of contact.

I am at a loss to explain how she developed this superstition.

"I'm touching! I'm touching!! Don't kick me off!"

If you tell her to get off the bed, she frantically adjusts so that even more of her body is draped over you.

"Noooo! Is the paw not enough??"

"Okay, how 'bout... my whole head!"