re: #370 CuriousLurker

I love cats, but even I get unnerved when it’s dark and I suddenly feel someone watching me, only to realize one of mine has jumped up on the bed and is sitting like six inches from my face, staring intently for signs of wakefulness.

This is why my cats no longer sleep in my room. Oh, ostensibly it’s because the Mrs. Fish refuses to deal with cat hair all over the house and prefers to keep it confined to the basement; but I don’t think either of us could deal with the psychological scarring that comes with awakening to find those golden eyes mere inches from our face, usually accompanied by a low purr.