That's right, you can't put anything past my pal J.D. He seems to sense that things are amiss and attentively stares at me every time I sit at my desk. OK, actually he mostly reclines on his couch and stares, as evidenced by this "action shot." Cleo and Sherman? The only time they sit attentively and stare at me is when food is in the vicinity. According to them, there is never enough food in one day. Food + sleep = perfection. Who could argue with that?!
