What does a cat have to do to get some peace and quiet around here? I was sleeping in our human's bed, dreaming of chasing field mice, when I was rudely awaken. Something (or rather someone) was tickling my nose with a feather duster. I carefully opened my eyes and came face to tail with Roscoe! He was sleeping with his rump in my face and tickling my nose with the end of his tail! How rude!
I would have moved away from him, but that would have been way too much work. Besides, I was there first!