Okay, so in the winter, I don't sleep as well as I might because Jackass gets up and down and goes checking things out and then comes back to bed and taps my shoulder to be put back under the covers and cuddled and petted and then gets up and goes and so on. But it's wonderful. And sometimes, early in the morning, Arcangelo will come and let me cuddle him -- and since he is such a big fat fine fellow, it's like hugging a fresh loaf of warm bread or something -- he's quite the handful of handsome love!