Jakob does this new thing (this is the rabidly feral kitten I picked up at a Wallflowers concert on 6th St under an a/c unit starving to death and nursed to health. He then disappeared for a year, came back, I neutered him, and now he is all mamma's boy): I'm lying trying to sleep and he will perch on the headboard and wait. Just when I least expect it, there it is! A paw on my cheek. It would be one thing if there was not a daily occurence! I will push his paw away -- God knows where it has been -- and roll over huffily. He'll wait another few minutes and then -- there it is! A paw on my cheek.