That’s Whiskey over yonder. The first thing I see when I wake up in the morning. He is normally lying on top of my wife’s neck, or as close to her face as possible. I have never known a cat to do this. He cannot sleep at the foot of the bed, it has to be in your face.

It’s impossible to sleep late, because he bounds over and jumps on your throat, and then sits there purring.

Prrrrr, Prrrrrr, Prrrrr, Hey wake up Lazy Bowen.