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Now that Fish is gone, Etrigan has been coming to sleep with me every night the door is open.  He will come in a few hours before I get up and lay up by my head with his head bonked against mine or his chin resting on my head/face/neck, and often with one paw thrown over me, and he will sack right out.  I've NEVER had a cat want to be so literally up in my face while sleeping.  Even Tazendra saw me off to sleep, then went to sleep somewhere else, by herself.  She was putting me to bed, not sleeping.

The first couple of nights he was really, really pathetic about it and constantly woke me up wanting pets.  I wasn't going to throw him out.  What am I, inhuman?  I just told him it was okay and I was here and he was safe, and I guess he decided that sleeping with me is kind of nice.

He's pretty bad at it still -- he stomps on my face sometimes and hasn't learned not to shake the bed when he goes to scratch or chew himself -- so it's a little disruptive, but what it lacks in restfulness it makes up for in feeling loved and needed, and being able to comfort something small and essentially helpless.  He doesn't seem sad anymore, but he has been a lot cuddlier, and solicits me for snuggles several times a day, which he did not used to do.

I don't have a recent picture of him on this computer.  Here is a picture of him in spirit:


He's basically been a giant furry suckup.  I don't understand.  He was not supposed to be MY CAT.  He was Sargon's.

But, then, Sargon doesn't put up with being bothered in his sleep.  I evidently do.  (Provided it's a cat.  Humans get kicked and bitten.)

I think Etrigan just knows a couple of suckers when he sees them.

Annnd here he comes right now, probably wanting to ram his head into mine or bite me on the tit or put his butt in my face.  But he'll purr while he does it, so it's okay, I guess.

Asshole.

Date: 2013-12-07 09:32 am (UTC)
tainry: (scarf neko by ?)
From: [personal profile] tainry
XD

Date: 2013-12-06 03:29 pm (UTC)
ashbet: (Bastian 2)
From: [personal profile] ashbet
Awwww, sweet little dude. I love that he's cuddling you in your sleep like that, and that you guys can comfort each other <3

Date: 2013-12-06 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naamah-darling.livejournal.com
He did it again last night, squirming and head-bonking over and over until he finally fell asleep. I flipped my hair up so he could put his paws in it without pulling it and he wrapped his legs around it and hugged it to his face. SO ADORABLE. OMFG. It's . . . I get that cats are Cute, but this is just stupidly adorable. Which I guess is appropriate, since he's very, very stupid.

Date: 2013-12-06 04:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] halfmoon-mollie.livejournal.com
I love it that he loves you so much. My Sally is sort of like that - only a lot lighter, at 7.5 pounds. She has to be in my face at least once a day and sleeps beside me, on the pillow, with her head smushed up against mine or....OR...I have woken up with her back curled against my front. I think I need her as much as she pretends she needs me.

Date: 2013-12-06 04:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sarahfish.livejournal.com
D'aww. But he's such a cute, ridiculous little asshole ;.;

Date: 2013-12-06 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dark-phoenix54.livejournal.com
It's amazing what we put up with from the furry little assholes. Small Natasha, who formerly would have nothing to do with humans in the bed, has taken to sitting on Tim's chest and lashing her tail on his face until he wakes up to pet her.

Date: 2013-12-06 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dulcimeoww.livejournal.com
Our cat Jack (who is also a tuxedo cat) is also insanely snuggly at bed time. The others will snuggle if I'm in bed and awake, or at least they'll companionably occupy every other square inch of the bed while I read, but Jack snuggles up with us every single night without fail and sleeps usually right on my feet. Once it gets towards morning (defined as somewhere between five and seven hours after we've gone to bed), he starts ping-ponging back and forth across the bed for snuggles. He'll sleep on my husband's back, which will yield no attention, then he'll come sleep on me and be petted (which I do usually without waking up), then he'll go insistently snuggle my husband again, and so forth. And the whole time he purrs ecstatically. He is devoutly my husband's cat, so this is pretty much the only time he has any use at all for me unless he's being bribed or I'm in the tub.

Honestly, I think we may have broken his brain when he was a kitten, because he is ridiculously dependent on us. This is a cat that never vocalizes, except when we've been away and haven't yet petted him on returning, or when we're being cruel and denying him the opportunity to eat Poe's sherbet (we have no idea why he's obsessed with sherbet, he's never been allowed to have it). He literally follows my husband around the house all day, every day. He is perfectly happy for me or for Poe to pick him up and juggle him, turn him upside down, whatever, but he hisses and claws the second anyone else tries a snuggle, including people who have the cat magic (which I admit is kinda funny, because we always forget to warn them and then they look so shocked and betrayed by this horrible new reality of a cat not liking them). When I was in the coma for a couple of months, my husband tells me that Jack pretty much insisted on physical contact the entire time my husband was at home. I really don't think this level of dependence is good for him, it makes me worry that if anything happens to both of us, he won't be able to handle it. On the other hand, it is quite amazingly endearing, and I don't think we'd have any idea how to wean him away from us anyway.

Date: 2013-12-06 09:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] naamah-darling.livejournal.com
Tazendra was freakishly codependent like that with me, and ONLY me, and I worried a LOT about what would happen to her if something happened to me. To the extent that at one point, I distinctly recall that being what made me decide against killing myself. It would destroy her. Utterly. I couldn't do that to her. The humans in my life would be devastated, but I knew better than most at that point that people can and do process grief and move on. They would get their lives in order and eventually be hurt, but functional. She was a cat, already old-ish, and would not live long enough to do it. I couldn't conscience hurting her like that. I just couldn't. Poor baby.

I never did get her any less dependent on me, so I can't help you there. It was terribly endearing, though. <3

Sherbet. Whatever, cats. Whatever.

Date: 2013-12-09 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cimry.livejournal.com
And this is the case with my darling (and bat-shit insane) Twynkle. We got her when she was just a wee thing (vet said 4-5 weeks). She was outside, being threatened by an adult cat when we were moving into our new apartment. I said "here kitty kitty"and she ran as fast as her itty bitty legs would carry her and quite literally jumped into my arms. She has been most definitely "my" cat since that moment.

If I am home, she is in physical contact (usually on top of) with me. At night she sleeps on my hip, fortunately she outgrew the practice of sleeping snuggled up in my hair. When we go to bed, it's time for the "needle-drool" where she makes kitty biscuits, rests her mouth on whatever body part is handy, purrs her head off and drools.

I did say she was a little weird.

When I'm not home and talking to the husband on the phone, she comes over and bitches at him because he's put mommy in the little box.

I have never had a cat that was this co-dependent and I also worry what would happen to her little kitty brain were I to predecease her.

Date: 2013-12-06 09:08 pm (UTC)
jasra: (cat in boot)
From: [personal profile] jasra
This made me smile.

Date: 2013-12-06 09:22 pm (UTC)
ext_17983: Photo of an orange tabby curled up and half asleep (I should have been born a cat)
From: [identity profile] juushika.livejournal.com
I'm a picky, problematic sleeper, and yet I will go to huge lengths not to disturb the three cats who share my bed, even when it means disrupting my sleep. Cats, man, I tell you; they're horrible and I'd not change them for the world.

Date: 2013-12-07 02:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] onered911.livejournal.com
Etrigan sounds a lot like what my Logan does. Logan sleeps on my pillow at night, either wrapped around my head like a living fur hat, or next to me with his head bonked against my face or the side of my neck and a front paw wrapped around me like he's spooning me. I adore that ridiculous co-dependent asshole. I raised him from his first breath and I will be a complete wreck when it is his time to go. Completely inconsolable.

Date: 2013-12-07 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ladybugpurple.livejournal.com
That is TOO CUTE. Hehe! <3

Date: 2013-12-07 04:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] songblaze.livejournal.com
The things you cat people put up with...

My furry half knows he is only allowed to wake me up if he desperately needs to relieve himself. (I call him my furry half because he is my service dog, and when a creature has spent literally every minute of the day with you excepting medical imaging and one ER visit for 4 years and does all kinds of tasks you used to do for yourself, they really do feel like part of your person.). That sort of wake-up has led to accidentally flashing the neighbors. I don't wear pjs, and I caught the edge of my bathrobe on the door handle as I let him out, and...yeah, that was hella embarrassing. Never was sure how much the older next door neighbor guy saw, but he was kind enough to never mention it or treat me any different afterwards.

Date: 2013-12-08 04:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brightlotusmoon.livejournal.com
Aand this is why we give the cats their own choices of pillows behind/above our own pillows, against the wall, because if we didn't they would sleep on our heads. If one of us wakes up with a cat stretched out on a pillow like that, we declare the cat is being our hat. I've never had such sleep-cuddly cats, so initially when they all started doing it, I was weirded out. Rose is a face biter, too, as she meatloafs on my chest and nuzzles me. And Jupiter will flop onto my hip and pin me down, mashy-pawing my ovary. Luna will just sleep above my head so her purrs vibrate against me.

Etrigan is smart, knowing that you told him it's okay. I fully believe that he really knows everything you tell him, and he acts on it in such fascinating ways.

Date: 2013-12-09 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cimry.livejournal.com
omg bed time...especially in the winter!!

One cat on hip, one cat behind knees, one cat curled up at my stomach (preferably under the covers)...usually one of them on my torso/shoulder, one at my head and one on my feet...the bed is very, very crowded. They don't usually cuddle with the husband because he wiggles. Once I get settled for sleep I usually stay in the same position until morning.

They're adorable at bedtime...all snuggly and purry and precious. They're usually assholes the rest of the day though.

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