B can spot a pillow from a mile away.  She is built for comfort and knows where to find it.  She leans up against my pillow on the bed and finds the soft spots where the pillows are buried under the covers.  She lays on them like a queen being hand fed grapes by a few servants.  It doesn’t technically have to be a pillow.  It can be a cushioned chair, the ottoman, or even a pile of freshly washed sheets.  I just haven’t figured out why she always wants to lay on my belly when I’m reading in bed…