Kitties, if it isn't one complaint it's another.
So last night as I laid there in a catloaf exactly and precisely next to her head, my right foot accidentally slipped into her ear. I kept my claws tightly up into my paw, and she admitted my footie was as soft as eiderdown. So, the problem is what, Mom?
After a few minutes I withdrew it to tuck it back under me in my sleeping loaf position, but it slipped out and headed straight into the ear well again. No claws mind, and warm and soft. The added benefit of my snoring into said fur stuffed ear sealed the deal I would have thought. But no. Where's the gratitude? Where's the love? She turned her HEAD! My footie slid out and I was forced to tuck it back under me again.
I may have to reconsider my gifts. She said she sleeps less soundly since I have joined her at night by roosting on her pillow smack up against her head. And yet, she says it is so sweet to hear the purring right against her head. Make up your MIND, Woman.