- Amanda, will often, when she thinks it's time for bed, jump up onto my desk between my keyboard and my monitor, and demand scritches. Then, if I do not immediately follow her into the bedroom (which I usually don't, because I am addicted to the Internets), she will go off to one side of the desk and curl up on an old padded envelope and fall asleep there, just to sleep in my pressence. When she wakes up, and I'm still obsessing over getting just a bit higher score in Tetris, she will wake up and meow/yell at me with a tone that I swear sounds like: "Come on! You've got to be kidding me! Go to bed already!"
- When I finally do go to bed, she will wait until I've climbed in, and pulled the covers over my head, and peek over the edge of the blankets, as if to make sure it's really me. After I roll over to my final sleeping position for the night, she will curl up in the crook of my knees, and use my legs as a backrest.
- Right by the door leading from my living room to my office (almost exactly flush with the edge of the door) there is an armrest to a futon frame. When Trixie, my other cat, sees me heading into the office, she will sprint ahead of me and jump onto the armrest so I can reach to give her head-scritches.
- Sometimes, when she sees me coming, Trixie will raise her right paw, Maneke-Neko (spelling?) style, except that she stands when she does it, instead of sitting down, like the statue; ocassionally, she has managed to "high-five" my bare toes.
- I can't help but kind of melt, a little, when I see Amanda and Trixie grooming each other...
And, yeah, sorry, but I can't resist entirely -- just a little NaNoWriMo boasting:
