I must have shown this silly animal sleeping this way before, but every time I see it, I laugh. Tucker does sleep in other positions, but now and then I see him hunched over like Charles Laughton viewing the peasants from the top of the cathedral. And if Quasimodo wasn’t comfortable, I can’t see how my roly poly sausage would be any more so. Yet there he was, snoozing away. I’ve seen babies sleep like this in their strollers. It’s well known that infants don’t acquire actual bones until they near their first birthdays. Apparently, Tucker never will.