 That's what happens. And then I got Simba over here on my pillow being little Mr. Prince. Ziggy looked over there and said, Mama, where'd your nose go? So one night, one night we did go to bed and Tank was at the foot of the bed because he'll nurse his blanket before he gets up and puts himself in his... Is that like the cat needing he's got to get it all in the right spot? Yes, yes. This big, that little sissy 150 pound animal. So Ziggy's under the cover at my thigh, okay?