Mister Mittens jumped into my bed and glared at my beer tonight. I understood that she wanted me to stop guzzling beer and come to bed. She likes to tuck into my left hip and go smooshy if I put my right arm around her in the dark. No claws, no fangs, no nothing - just "happy cat" playing a sucker.
I also know that she wants to be near me before dawn to paw my face, head butt my face and breathe into my face from an inch away to get me out of bed for breakfast.
You'd think I could figure out girls at my age but I still like them and what hurts even more is when one snuggles up against me in the dark all covered with fur just so she can play me like a harp in the morning.