Dougy loves to sleep pressed against my arm. Here’s the earliest photo of him doing just that. He was around three months old at the time, and the pattern was set.
(Go ahead and say it now: “Awwww!”)
Could be worse. When he faces me, he sometimes has happy paws on my poor, naked skin. He digs right in!
He means no harm, of course. Ouch! Kitty love is a rough love.