When I had a kitty that slept on me, if I wanted to turn over, I would put my arms under the blanket and lift her up in a sort of makeshift cat-hammock and turn my body underneath, then set her back down. She didn’t mind it. But if I moved in a way that she wasn’t sure was intentional, she would firmly tap the body part in question with her paw, three times. I miss that girl so much.
When my kitties were kittens they would attack anything that moved under the sheets.
I am so glad my cat grew out of that. My leg would be a stump by now if she kept it up
A cat I had growing up loved to attack the ‘bed mice’ (People’s toes) and one day he did that to my dad, who wasn’t warned.
Cat got fucking yeeted halfway down the hall when dad launched him half asleep.
Cat tried to come back for more cause he was an idiot.
They closed the door.
Good dad
He felt super bad when he woke up enough to realize what happened! But then felt less bad when he realized the cat was coming back for more. Cause the cat was a dingus. Loved that cat. Managed to teach him how to ask for a door to be opened.
One of ours sometimes does that. He often sleeps on my feet at night, and usually I can move some without getting attacked, but sometimes he does claw me.
When I was a kid we had a family cat who would burrow under my blankets and curl up next to my legs to sleep. However, if I moved even a slight bit she would bite and scratch me. It was kind of traumatizing.
Had a cat who woke me up that way
My mother couldn’t get me out of bed, so she just sent the cat, which would do under the blankets and bite my toes.
If I resisted to much though, she would get caring and start to grab my head and lick my hair - always the same place, until it would get sore, and hung over teenager me gave in and still got up.
She would often sleep in my hands at night, curled up under the blanket. But in the morning, she was my mother’s demon to kill my dreams…
hold on, hung over teenager you?
Yeah, in Austria we were drinking unofficially sometimes with 14/15, and legally with 16.
My cat’s main redeeming feature is that I can slide my legs under her entirely to readjust positions and sometimes she doesn’t even look at me. Try to touch her, on the other hand, and it’s death.
My dog behaves like the cat in this meme.
Mine lays on me in such a way that I have to audition for Cirque du Soleil so I can turn over, after which she promptly tells me I have “done a bad” and gets in my face to demand pets as recompense before going back to laying on me in the most space-consuming manner possible.
Forget manspreading. Catspreading is far more spatially offensive.
When we were kids, my sister had this grumpy-as-fuck female calico. Whenever sis fell asleep on the couch, Heidi would curl up on top of sister’s head. Looked like a calico-colored chapka.
the cat has graced my legs with its sleepy body i shall now lie perfectly still for the next four hours to ensure nothing disturbs this development.
My orange cat had curled up next to my four year old kid this morning. The kid rolled over in his sleep, snuggled into the cat like a teddy, and he just accepted it.
My other cat is the cat in the meme though, even though she is the one who chooses to sleep on top of me.
