At this point, one of the cats leaps onto my back - I know this because suddenly I have 4 paws and their claws poking into me. It was a good thing that I was all hunched over and essentially horizontal, otherwise he would have slid all the way down my back using his claws for purchase. As it was, he's not the most coordinated cat so he was sliding around and clawing me. Of course, this is when my husband wakes up and starts laughing.
I sat down on the bed to let stupid off, and he's not interested. Seems he wanted to check out the closet and the upper levels and I was just a convenient elevator. Finally, I got a little human help and he was plucked off my back and dumped on the floor. Now that we're both awake and I'm running late and can't remember what I was doing in the closet, my husband decides to tell me how funny it was to see a cat leap at me like I was another piece of furniture.
That cat is getting no treats for a week. Punk.