When my husband and I were in grad school our cat would decide when it was time for us to go to bed. He would jump up on our desk (unfinished doors supported by sawhorses), sprawl across our books and papers and proceed to groom himself. He was usually right; it was late, we were tired and not really accomplishing much....
LSAggie (posting on hubby’s account)
I had a cat like that. She would jump up on the nightstand or desk in my bedroom and proceed to just look at me. Finally she would reach her paw over and touch me and meow. I would say in a minute I am about done. Ten mins. later she would do the same thing until you gave in.