Dylan was on call at the hospital on Wednesday night.  At Six a m I
woke up with a tightness in my chest.  Or rather, ON my chest.  Smokey
was sitting there, his nose touching mine, exhaling into my nostrils
and drooling on my lip.  When my eyelids fluttered he promptly nipped
me on the nose, then jumped for my face.

I raised my hand to block him, and--being barely awake, not to mention
I don't think he expected it--he fell off me, and off the bed.  I
hadn't meant to push him off the bed, but such was the result.  And I
HISSED at him to express my displeasure at his aggressiveness.

Well.

An hour and a half later, I was awakened by three taps on my
shoulder...that's Nox, requesting breakfast.  Kumani was circling,
walking over me too.  But...where was Smokey?  No grey boy.  No
Smokey-song.

When my feet hit the floor I saw him sitting pretty by the foot of the
bed, on the floor.  He might well have been like that the whole hour
and a half.  Only when I got up did he start to warble, and he's been
clingy ever since.

I had to discipline him that way--I can't let him think that it's okay
to lunge at people's faces or to bite on the face--but I do hope I
haven't set him back too far into his insecurities.

--Fil