When I had a kitty that slept on me, if I wanted to turn over, I would put my arms under the blanket and lift her up in a sort of makeshift cat-hammock and turn my body underneath, then set her back down. She didn’t mind it. But if I moved in a way that she wasn’t sure was intentional, she would firmly tap the body part in question with her paw, three times. I miss that girl so much.
When I was a kid we had a family cat who would burrow under my blankets and curl up next to my legs to sleep. However, if I moved even a slight bit she would bite and scratch me. It was kind of traumatizing.
Had a cat who woke me up that way
My mother couldn’t get me out of bed, so she just sent the cat, which would do under the blankets and bite my toes.
If I resisted to much though, she would get caring and start to grab my head and lick my hair - always the same place, until it would get sore, and hung over teenager me gave in and still got up.
She would often sleep in my hands at night, curled up under the blanket. But in the morning, she was my mother’s demon to kill my dreams…
hold on, hung over teenager you?
Yeah, in Austria we were drinking unofficially sometimes with 14/15, and legally with 16.
My cat’s main redeeming feature is that I can slide my legs under her entirely to readjust positions and sometimes she doesn’t even look at me. Try to touch her, on the other hand, and it’s death.
My dog behaves like the cat in this meme.
Mine lays on me in such a way that I have to audition for Cirque du Soleil so I can turn over, after which she promptly tells me I have “done a bad” and gets in my face to demand pets as recompense before going back to laying on me in the most space-consuming manner possible.
Forget manspreading. Catspreading is far more spatially offensive.
When my kitties were kittens they would attack anything that moved under the sheets.
I am so glad my cat grew out of that. My leg would be a stump by now if she kept it up
Cat beanz and peeple beanz <3
A cat I had growing up loved to attack the ‘bed mice’ (People’s toes) and one day he did that to my dad, who wasn’t warned.
Cat got fucking yeeted halfway down the hall when dad launched him half asleep.
Cat tried to come back for more cause he was an idiot.
They closed the door.
Good dad
He felt super bad when he woke up enough to realize what happened! But then felt less bad when he realized the cat was coming back for more. Cause the cat was a dingus. Loved that cat. Managed to teach him how to ask for a door to be opened.
One of ours sometimes does that. He often sleeps on my feet at night, and usually I can move some without getting attacked, but sometimes he does claw me.
I have a half husky that was raised by cats and we joke she has cat software. This is her to a T.
When you can’t afford feeding an entire dog and have to make compromise.
I had a cat called Percy, he’s passed now, who would snuggle up to me under the blankets. If I moved, he would let out a heartfelt sigh and resnuggle.
the cat has graced my legs with its sleepy body i shall now lie perfectly still for the next four hours to ensure nothing disturbs this development.
Some other cats: glares at you in the dark, slowly gets up and walks over to you, baps you right in your stupid face, goes back to warm spot and falls asleep, leaving you wondering where the fuck you went wrong.
My older cat will get upset when he gets too warm laying on me and will dramatically huff about it before leaving.
My orange cat had curled up next to my four year old kid this morning. The kid rolled over in his sleep, snuggled into the cat like a teddy, and he just accepted it.
My other cat is the cat in the meme though, even though she is the one who chooses to sleep on top of me.
I’m trained to sleep around both cats.
1 human leg = the mass of 3-4 cats.
So it’s understandable.
Pfft, try moving my cat when she doesn’t want to leave and tell me if that equation still holds up.
Launches off the bed with the force of a V8 truck.
I have one like this but another who puts up with a lot. If I pet her or put a hand on her before I turn in bed, she’s fine with it. I think it’s because she then knows that I’m aware of her. I’ve also accidentally kicked her (not hard) a few times while tossing and turning and she didn’t care. But heaven forbid I sneeze or even inhale like I’m about to.
My cat doesn’t tolerate sodas being opened next to him, sneezes and coughs. For some reason it’s completely unacceptable even if I turn away from him while doing it.
I think it’s hissing like noises in general that cats find upsetting
I’ve hissed at him enough times that he knows how I hiss. Usually he scrambles and removes himself from the situation pretty quickly. The soda thing, coughs etc is more like “ugh fuck this” slowly getting up, look of disdain and moving somewhere else. Note that “somewhere else” is often a change from “in front of the keyboard” to “onto the chair that’s next to me”. I’d wager that it is more about the sparkly bit / bubbles making noise, than the hiss of the can.
I’ve hissed at him enough times that he knows how I hiss.
That’s such a cat owner thing to say.
I don’t hiss, but I have a certain tone of voice that means “I’m not fucking around; immediately cease and desist.” She always deploys her airplane ears and takes off.
I hissed at him mostly when I first got him as a foster home. He had lots of bad habits since he lived on the streets for so long. He broke those habits quickly and we have been a “hissless” home since. Sometimes we understood one another without words - he kept peeing behind a wall on the floor, I put the litterbox there and he knew what to do next.
He was so spooked initially he didn’t eat for a month and hid under the sofa. What got him out was me watching a female cat that was peeking out of her carrier and meowing at the camera (almost playing peekaboo). Though to be fair, he was exploring at night - I caught him doing it next morning when I saw pawprints on a dusty shelf, like 10cm away from my head when I was sleeping. He just didn’t eat anything (wetfood, egg yolk, dry food) which is scary when a cat does that, they need to eat each day or they get liver issues. Pheromones weren’t working. Vet said he needs exposure therapy which meant back to a cage with him. Spent hours sitting next to him watching either bird videos or some series / cartoons I was watching at the time. He still runs at the slightest rustle but he has chilled out immensly, became a complete and utter lapcat, and knows how to use voice buttons to say what he needs. My latest trick with him is asking him to turn off the lights. There are two outcomes, either he goes and turns them off, or he gets up, presses the “no” button and goes back to sleep / whatever he was doing. Both outcomes are hilarious obviously
