Waking up to find Nameless staring intently at my face isn't half as disturbing as waking up to find her leaning over my face apparently in mid-bite

Well, there was that old superstition that cats could drink the souls out of sleeping children or the ailing... though it could be less soul-drinking (or testing to see if James needs more basting with tuna oil) and more Nameless getting a really-good scent; some cats do a yawn-pant to boost olfactory signals. I wonder if that posture led to the myth?

-- Steve's just shooting in the dark on this one, though, as he's hardly an expert in feline behaviour. (If there is such a thing.)