Like each of you, these silly little memories of our beloved's only make me miss my little boy more.
Marmalade would come up to me around 6 am some mornings. He knew I was not going to awaken for a few more hours, but for some reason, he enjoyed waking me early...and then letting me go back to sleep.
I would see his silhouette in the half-light of darkness, slowly coming my way up the comforter and hear him purring. Ears up, tail straight up. "Uh-oh. Here he comes" I would say half asleep "Not now Doc. I'm sleeping buddy."
Then he would walk by me and climb up past my pillow. I was sleeping on a couch at the time.
He would go up above my head where I was sleeping, on to the arm of the couch, as if it were a perch and then he would put his tail down on to my forehead, and swish it back and forth like a windshield wiper. Lol. And it would go back & forth, back & forth, swish, swish, swish. Tickling me. Lol. And all I could do was giggle.
And then I would go back to sleep with a slight smile on my face. I am sure he knew he was annoying me, but it was like a game he would play. And I never admonished him about doing so. He was my love, and my light, and could do no wrong.