My big old cat Hector
used to sleep at the foot of the bed.
If you were having a restless night, he'd
put up with you inadvertently kicking him
...ONCE...
The second time he had a way of Reminding You
that he was there. **

..and I have the Puncture Wounds to prove it. eek

You'd suddenly be sitting straight up in bed
saying, "I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY!" cry

**he wouldn't scratch or slash you, he'd just
place his big ol' paw on your foot... ever so
gently... and extend his claws...then we'd
all go back to sleep.
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"...or am I a butterfly dreaming she's a woman?"