A close girlfriend's family where I sometimes spend a visit over night, had a cat. It used to wake me by
jumping (and i mean that) onto my peacefully sleeping face.
Makes you waking up with a feeling that today is a good day for nuclear war.
else, it was a cute little Tiger. his only flaw was that he just knew all to well what I hated most, and he took diabolic pleasure from letting me know that he knew.
Interestingly, he didn't do that with any of the family members.
Conclusions...?
