When about twelve or thirteen the family cat (a Maine coon)
used to wander into my room and sleep on my bed but was never allowed to sleep in there overnight with me. Unbeknownst to me she had learned how to open the door using the handle and one night she crept in and decided to take up a comfy sleeping position on the warmest spot she could find. The terror experienced when waking to discover that your eyes don't appear to be working and your face is being unexpectedly crushed by a warm heaving mass is not something I would choose to repeat. Adding insult to injury she did not take well to being forcibly removed and used her talons and the softer parts of my cheeks to resist.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Fri 6 Apr 2012, 14:15, Reply)