Why be a dog when you could just as easily pretend to be a cat? All it takes is to be able to successfully fake affection until the treats/food/attention is delivered..
Mine prefers jumping on your bed in the middle of the night, then running off. From the highest point in the room. Right to your guts.
And if that doesn't work expect to find any exposed body parts have had a visit from Santa. Santa CLAWS that is. (actually we now call the little devil "satan claws")
Oh - and the desire to cough up furballs in the middle of the landing carpet so that the unwitting food-provider walks over them in bare feet in the middle of the night.
Mine went one better. Getting into bed after a long day, very tired, roll over towards the middle and wtf? Cat had decided to get the hairball out while she was under the blankets!
(El Reg, your icon department lets us down by not having a suitable icon for such levels of disgust!)
Biting the hand that feeds IT
