Well, except this week, me. I am an island. The Human has been so busy with her job, and her foot-soaking, and her 'pawtant social occasions and all, that I am forced to occupy the exact center of the bed, hoping to be noticed before I, well, I dunno, starve maybe? Suffer the withdrawal pangs of reduced brushings? Pine away like an abandoned stuffie, tossed aside for some shiny new chemistry set? It's an outrage, Kitties, it reeeeeeeeally is.