Owner of Our Bed

Waldo's limp is almost gone. And he obviously feels great since he's back to jumping up and down off the bed as if he owned it. Never mind that he really shouldn't be on the bed unless I call him over. He just helps himself up, plops himself down, and falls asleep like he doesn't have a care in the world. And he's so damn cute he just gets away with it. Little bugger.