My mom had a brain-damaged Siamese who would drape around her neck and snivel in her ear. Inbreeding. She loved him because he was needy!
Dwyn and her siblings were abandoned by mom.
She likes sitting in precarious locations for some reason.
If we had curtain rods she could get to without extreme difficulty, she would be up there looking down on her human servants.
As it sits, she lays on the bed with her nose in the air as if she expects supplicants to fearfully approach.
The missus says its her “princess” mode.
Colton, “I’m a tank. I eat bugs. Ooooooh, moooooth!”