Things I learned while trying to get to sleep last night

[james_davis_nicoll]

Eddie spends a lot of the night trotting around the building and most of his routes cross me at some point.

There is a limit to the number of times Blotchy will let Tapestry smack in the face for sleeping near me and even though Taps took off as soon as Blotchy stood up, she still can't outrun him.

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 (Note: no teeth made contact. As soon as she saw I was awake, we stared at each for a while and then she flounced off). She better not have decided I am food.

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[anton-p-nym.livejournal.com]

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.)

[antikythera.livejournal.com]

I always assumed the soul-sucking idea came from the fact that (a) babies are warm and cuddly and (b) their breath smells like milk.

[liabrown]

Wasn't one of the old superstitions that cats would steal children's breath?