And Buster knows it.

Got back from the dentist a little while ago, and my face is still
numb from the shots. He is a very good dentist, where "very good" is
defined as "I felt very little pain" (big gap-toothed grin).

Anyway, I get home and take a Lortab before the numbness wears off
(just in case, you know). I lay down on the bed, but am not paying
enough attention to Buster, who rubs up against me.

Well, the impatient one grabs my right hand, with both sets of front
claws, then leans forward and nips me gently (at least it *felt*
gentle - grin) on the nose!

Okay, okay, I start petting Buster before he uses the numbness as an
excuse to make off with my entire nose.

Dulce Mae was the first of the cats to notice my changed medical state
- she came right up and asked to be picked up, which she never does.
She rubbed her face against mine, and purred for me.

As an aside, I've fasted since breakfast, on the off chance that I
felt nauseated from having two teeth removed. I'll be very glad when
the numbness is down to a level where I can control my mouth enoughto
eat supper.

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark