I remember my cat used to wake me up in the night by licking my eyes when she was still but a kitten. Ah lost days. Shes a fat motherfucker now and terrorises anything living that comes in the garden.
When my cat was a tiny kitten, and my wife still lived in shitty student accommodation in Toxteth, he used to climb up the squidgy foamy wallpaper stuff to ceiling height, and then dive onto my face, usually around 4am. The fact that I usually had some LSD in my system added a certain frisson to the experience. I used to peel him off my cheekbones and throw him back at the wall, where he'd stick like velcro. It was a good game.
When my cat was a tiny kitten, and my wife still lived in shitty student accommodation in Toxteth, he used to climb up the squidgy foamy wallpaper stuff to ceiling height, and then dive onto my face, usually around 4am. The fact that I usually had some LSD in my system added a certain frisson to the experience. I used to peel him off my cheekbones and throw him back at the wall, where he'd stick like velcro. It was a good game.
He's a dead motherfucker now :(