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The cat woke me up. He dosen't know I have PD, he's just a kitten and wanted to play. First things first, my hair was a mess so he tried to fix it. I pulled the sheet over my head. My finger smelled like people, so it needed a bath. I pulled my hand under the sheet and the cat followed. He discovered my nose. Ok Zeb, I'm awake. Will petting do? I lifted my hand untill further hight would require lifting my elbow from the bed. My hand did not clear Zeb's head. The kitten lowered it's head and walked back and forth under my hand. I moved my leg to ease a muscle and the kitten was off like an arrow. I waited for the pain I was sure was comming. Zeb landed on my foot with a thump, claws retracted, and enclosed my foot in a vise like grip. When my toe jerked in spite of my efforts to remain motionless Zeb bit it, applying enough pressure for me to feel his teeth through the sheet without causing pain. When no further motion was forthcomming, Zeb walked toward my head and collapsed on my right shoulder with thud. His weight was enough to stop the tremor in my shoulder. We both slept till the tremor became more than the weight of a four month old Main Coon could counter. Marvin Giles