Hey, thats not the cat.

You know that feeling when the cat hops on the bed, and walks up your body and you feel the blankets pressing down with the weight of each step? There is something comforting and familiar about that, when Frisky, or Simba, or Spot, or whatever your cats name is comes walking up you to lay curl up beside you into a warm ball of fuzzy purringness. Yes, I know it's not a word, LOL..

I was laying in bed in the middle of the night one winter night. Not quite asleep, but almost there. When I feel my cat jump up on the bed and slowly start making it's way up my legs, pausing for a moment about my knees. "Hmm must have needed an immediate spot wash." Then she started forward again onto my stomach, I could feel each foot pressing down on me. You know how cats are, it's like suddenly they weigh 10,000 pounds and have put all their weight on one foot in particular. LOL.

So she comes a bit higher about chest level and stops. Which is odd. She usually just comes stomping up and plops down on my pillow claiming most of it, totally happy and purring. So I blinked my eyes, and kinda lifted up my head to look at her and talk to her.

 And there is no FREAKING CAT SITTING ON ME.

I screamed and threw off my covers. I felt the weight of the cat, I felt each step, each sinking of the covers as whatever the heck it was walked up my body, but there was NOTHING there when I looked. I could still feel it, but nothing...

Needless to say, I didn't sleep well the rest of the night what with sitting with my back against the wall and all the lights on.