My cat, when he was two months old, was lying on my chest on a summers day.
It was hot and I had no shirt on; he climbed on my while I was dozing in a hammock. I woke up just as he was dozing off because he was absent mindedly mouthing my nipple. I don't know what was the worst mistake; letting it happen, or telling Mrs the Impaler about it. She was merciless for weeks.
(Vlad the Inhaler forgot his password, Sun 9 May 2010, 16:03, Reply)