Good morning! Feed me! And there's something you should know...

Yesterday morning, I was nudged awake by my cat. I am not a morning person--at all--and Spicer-kitty almost always wakes me up anywhere from 5:30 to 7 so I can give him breakfast. After which, I flop back in bed for a few more hours. (Ahhh, the joys of being self-employed!) Normally for his wake-up-calls, Spicer-kitty will touch my face with his paw, so very delicately. Or my arm, if it's out from the covers. Sometimes he'll gently grip my scalp with his claws. He does so in silence, maybe with an encouraging trilling meow when I first lurch upright to crawl into the kitchen.

Yesterday, however, Spicer-kitty awoke me with the sweetest of purrs. I was laying on my side, and I opened my eyes to see him sitting in the bend of my neck and shoulder, purring like he was in heaven, eyes huge. He gently patted my chest. I smiled, thought how sweet it was for him to purr for me, and drifted back off. He awoke me again with his touch, this time on my breast.

Through my sleep-fogged brain, I realized he was acting differently. Normally he only touches bare skin, as he's figured out touching the sheets or my nightclothes isn't as effective for wake-up-and-feed-me-now purposes. He was still purring, so I scratched him behind the ears and thought, D'awwwww...Spicer-kitty's suddenly a boob man, and began to drift off.

Spicer-kitty immediately groped my chest again.

My sleepy brain began to meander, something like this:

Why would Spicer-kitty suddenly be obsessed with my boobs...? Why is he purring..?. There he goes again, batting at my chest...batting. And purring. With huge eyes. He does this when he's...

( Stalking something. )