Yeah, I (try to) SLEEP Next to This Guy!

Our family got Jacob in 1977, when I was 16. He was a combination of sweetness and nuttiness like no other cat I have ever known. He didn't like to sleep with people often, but every once in a while, as I was sitting in bed reading, Jacob would come through the door purring loudly and jump up in bed and snuggle next to me.

When it was time for bed, and I was putting away the book and turning out the light, Jacob would, with a theatrical show of politeness, get up and sit on the corner of the bed, patiently waiting for me to put everything away and get under the blankets. Then he would find a good snuggle spot next to my legs (he never slept with you above the waist).

But that was it, as far as Jacob was concerned. He had given me the chance to find my position, and then he expected me to keep *completely* still. When my legs would move, he would attack them through the blankets -- and not playfully! Scolding would not stop him; he had a moral sense that he had made his accommodation, and it was my turn.

As much as I loved having him in bed with me, most nights I ended up having to kick him out. He bit my legs and feet hard when they moved!