Last night, and almost every night, as I was winding down to snuggle deep under the covers Mr. Pooter Mow Mow pranced over to where my covers hit the bed and stuck his head under them tickling my face on the way with his long white whiskers. What he's after is to sleep under the covers with me holding them up enough so he doesn't suffocate. To do this I have to be lying on my side, prop the covers up with my right arm while petting him with my left. Pooter of course becomes a purring machine once in. The best part is when he lies down on his left side too, along my belly and puts a paw or two on my right arm. Last night I fell asleep with him in this position, awaking to him on top of the covers in a little black fuzzy ball. When he wakes, he say's "Mow Mow".