I'm familiar with this routine, sort of. :)  Is any part of Otis's
routine done like he's waiting for an elevator?  That's what I call it
when Betty would come to me while I was in bed and paw at me or the
covers a couple of times, then sit waiting and purring for the covers
to be lifted.  It reminded me of someone pressing a button for an
elevator.

He gives is a role model in stubborness. :)

Of course you wouldn't part with them for the world. ;-)

 Problem is, his butt

Hmmm for some reason yet another story to remind me of the previous
owners of the title "Fabulous Furballs"

They had a little morning ritual. Isis would come and sit on me to
demand reassurance that she was the most beautiful cat in Christendom ,
Fugazi would walk over me to get the same from Dave so many mornings as
I opened my eyes, the very first thing I would see was Fugazi's butt!
Worse still she would sometimes in her excitement at seeing Paw- pass
wind!

Isn't it odd how things change with cats? When we got Speedy Joe he got
cheap catfood and was never allowed in the bedroom. Then we got our
tabby girls who slept in the bedroom if the weather was warm enough
(Isis was a total bed hog and we'd often end up on a 4 feet 6 inch bed
with Dave and me both balanced on 3 inches each while she took the rest
of it up!) their diet was "Felix" tinned catfood with occasional treats
of dried.

Now we have Dunz and Sarsi whom we would never dream of closing the
bedroom door on and eat pouches of wet (Not tins) and Hills S/D

I think it's down to knowing more as time goes on. Oh and so many
people on this list extolling the virtue of Hills S/D etc over GoCat
and IAMS then again I agree totally having seen what just really 2
months has done in terms of their coats and general healthiness (Since
I found the vet that I have to walk past since Dave is in hospital sold
the stuff and the canny nurse gave me a generous helping of free
samples of Royal Canin- an action akin to a drug dealer giving the
first few "hits" free in hope of return custom)

My bank manager would like to ask that if anyone knows a vet's that
sells "Fancy Feast" etc in East London they would keep it to
themselves...

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Aww, it is sort of charming, though maybe not from Fred's point of view.
Miranda has her own bedtime ritual. She walks over a large part of the
bed, 'making biscuits' the whole time. I'm not allowed to touch her
while she is doing this, because it is Very Important Work and she is
not to be disturbed. Then she focuses on a spot by my legs, tramples
around there for a while, then FWUMP she lays down, tightly snuggled
against my leg. If Caliban disturbs her while she is doing her ritual,
she leaves for a bit, then starts all over again.

Caliban doesn't get into bed in the evening, usually, but he's always
there in the morning, stretched out luxuriously along my legs on the
other side from Miranda (who seemingly doesn't budge during the night).