He's a cool cat... to my wife. I read that they tend to bond with "the matriarch" of the house. Each night he comes into bed when Nancy is sitting playing with her iPad. He'll just lay right up with her and put his paws over her arm and be so damn cute. But it's weird bcause the minute he thinks you're asleep, he takes off. Then, at 6:30 am sharp, he climbs on top of me and starts stroking my face... not the fluffing thing, but iitterally sits on my chest and reaches out and strokes my face. it's creepy. If I don't get up... he'll eventually start tapping me with his paw on my face. When I get up, he goes ape-****. I don't understand the panic about getting fed. He's clearly capable of learning things and understanding routine, but when it comes to getting food, he acts like it's a new experience for him each time that may never happen again. In 8 years, he's never missed a meal. I just don't understand why he has fit each and every single morning.