Caliban is a fairly typical teenage cat, who is far more interested in
thinking up mischief and annoying the hoomin than he is of cuddles and
huggles. Every now and then, though, I'm subjected to what I've started
calling the baby-love attack.

I'm sitting in my chair, watching TV, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a
Caliban lands on my chest and starts tramping about and purring his
fuzzy little head off. He flumps over on my chest, then gets up, takes a
few turns, then flumps down again. Repeat, repeat, repeat, purr motor
going full blast all the time. He snuggles up to my face as if he's
trying to get in under my skin. Paws treading all the time, everything
they can reach, my shoulders, my chest, my neck, my face.

Then he usually settles down for a while for a nap, purring on my chest,
until he tries to get more comfortable, stretches out, and usually falls
off. Or rather, he sort of oozes gradually off me onto the floor.

I can see into my bedroom and my bed from my chair, and last night I was
sitting there, looked over, and saw Caliban apparently fast asleep on my
bed. I looked back at the TV, and just seconds later I was again
subjected to a baby-love attack. It would seem that even a soft bed is
no substitute for some good hoomin lovin'. If the hoomin is in bed,
though, that is an excellent opportunity for a baby-love attack. I get
one every morning at about 5.