He doesn't believe in Jesus.

Mmmm, food. That thing I'm currently lacking. And will continue to lack as I browse dog beds for Lucius for Christmas. Not that he doesn't have any room on mine, which he routinely takes over. Did I mention that he cuddled me from one side of the bed to the other a few nights ago? That takes talent. It also made me realize how much more comfortable the side I don't sleep on is. I wonder if Santa flips mattresses.