There is something eternally appealing about a creature to whom the epitome of paradise is falling asleep on your head. It is one of my favourite things, to wake up and find myself wearing a purring cat-hat. It almost makes up for the times I get woken up by a whining ball of breakfast-demeaning grump who doesn't appreciate that 6AM is not a time to expect Whiskers by waitress service.
My little fleece 'n felt kitties are full of rice, so can be microwaved and popped in pockets as purrfect* handwarmers - just what this beautiful English Spring weather demands...
*I am so sorry.