Heh. BC (Basement Cat, did I ever say?) sleeps with us at night. She waits, halfway up the stairs, until we're both upstairs, then she haunts the door of the sewing room until we're in bed.

Then she levitates onto the bed, insists that Geordie pet her until she's satiated, and finally she drapes herself over my legs so that I can't ever move again. She makes sure to do this so that I'm trapped in a position which will become uncomfortable in about three minutes.

Butter doesn't sleep with us (BC won't let her), but she does insist on attempting to sleep on my keyboard at any and all other times.

I love kitties. Except when they're shedding into my keyboard.

Stasia