Baird Stafford wrote:
...when one falls quietly asleep in one's easy chair over a book that
wasn't quite as riveting, perhaps, as the blurb promised it would be -
and wakes up suddenly with a black nose dabbing gently against one's own
schnozz, whiskers cocked forward for maximum tickle effect and with the
rest of the cat just rumbling away.

"Oh, good!" she says, sounding relieved. "You *are* awake, after all.
I was afraid you might have gone to sleep and forgotten all about me!"

Sounds nice. It could never happen here, because whenever I sit down,
Caliban gets in my lap, and either curls up on my arm, which he is too
big for so his legs keep sliding off me and I have to keep fixing his
position, or he tramples around on my bosom and purrs. Neither
alternative is very conducive to falling asleep.

--
Marina, Miranda and Caliban.
In loving memory of Frank and Nikki.