I baby-sat a sweet little kitty cat for 2 weeks, and I was warned to go to bed with the door closed, and to ignore the cat trying to get in.
That first night the kitty jumped into bed with me to snuggle and get petted, and after about 15 minutes, she was ready to go to sleep, got up, curled up between my knees, and went to sleep (I had played with her quite a bit before bed time).
At about 4:30 am, the formerly sweet little kitty cat (anything that wakes me up at 4:30am is no longer “sweet,” with the possible exception of Kate Upton), by head butting my chin... I get out of bed and check her food bowl, and it’s still full... When I go back to the bedroom, she’s sitting on my bed, waiting for me to get back in... At which point she hops back on my chest for another 15 minutes or so of petting, at which point, she gets up and curls up between my knees and goes back to sleep.
It turns out that she just believed that 4:30am was pet the kitty time. And being a loyal member of her staff, who was I to disagree. Seriously though, it’s really funny that she just wanted to get some loving then go right back to sleep. And this went on for all 2 weeks!
BTDT, my FRiend.