"Diana Kulaga" writes:
Cat tongue on your forehead at 5AM. Oh, yeah!

Ballistic cat.

Luckily, the only cats I have had to have in the bed have all been of
the trample-to-make-a-nest kind. Spread your legs a bit, and they are
happy. At least until you fall asleep and turn around.

Geir

Mine used to sleep behind my knees [probably to keep me from turning over],
but lately they've decided they want my pillows ... At least they don't eat
the orchids anymore, after lengthy negotiations enforced with squirt gun.
--
Kenni Judd
Juno Beach Orchids

http://www.jborchids.com
"Geir Harris Hedemark" wrote in message
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"Diana Kulaga" writes:
Cat tongue on your forehead at 5AM. Oh, yeah!

Ballistic cat.

Luckily, the only cats I have had to have in the bed have all been of
the trample-to-make-a-nest kind. Spread your legs a bit, and they are
happy. At least until you fall asleep and turn around.

Geir

"Kenni Judd" writes:
Mine used to sleep behind my knees [probably to keep me from turning over],
but lately they've decided they want my pillows ... At least they don't eat
the orchids anymore, after lengthy negotiations enforced with squirt gun.

Have you got "the "nadulterated cat" by Terry Pratchett?

A friend of mine asked me to babysit his not-quite-tom, which is
called Jerry. This cat was supposed to be very fond of people, and in
need of massive interaction. Sounds easy, doesn't it?

When I got there, the thing ignored me and the food I put out for him,
and jumped up into the living-room window where he shredded the
plants. I wasn't the one he expected, and how did I dare try to be
nice. Luckily, he isn't mine, and neither were the plants.

Geir

"Kenni Judd" writes:
Mine used to sleep behind my knees [probably to keep me from turning over],
but lately they've decided they want my pillows ... At least they don't eat
the orchids anymore, after lengthy negotiations enforced with squirt gun.

Have you got "the "nadulterated cat" by Terry Pratchett?

A friend of mine asked me to babysit his not-quite-tom, which is
called Jerry. This cat was supposed to be very fond of people, and in
need of massive interaction. Sounds easy, doesn't it?

When I got there, the thing ignored me and the food I put out for him,
and jumped up into the living-room window where he shredded the
plants. I wasn't the one he expected, and how did I dare try to be
nice. Luckily, he isn't mine, and neither were the plants.

Geir

"Kenni Judd" writes:
Mine used to sleep behind my knees [probably to keep me from turning over],
but lately they've decided they want my pillows ... At least they don't eat
the orchids anymore, after lengthy negotiations enforced with squirt gun.

Have you got "the "nadulterated cat" by Terry Pratchett?

A friend of mine asked me to babysit his not-quite-tom, which is
called Jerry. This cat was supposed to be very fond of people, and in
need of massive interaction. Sounds easy, doesn't it?

When I got there, the thing ignored me and the food I put out for him,
and jumped up into the living-room window where he shredded the
plants. I wasn't the one he expected, and how did I dare try to be
nice. Luckily, he isn't mine, and neither were the plants.

Geir