Due to the excessive number of cats who must sleep on the bed at night, Alex is generally not allowed to join in the pile-on. However, he is a thunderstorm weenie, so there is ONE exception for stormy nights.
Alex, being Alex took shameless advantage of this exception last night.
Alex, "Whinge, whinge, whinge. Moan. Oh help."
Me (in my sleep-weakened state), "Is there thunder? Oh, poor baby. Come up on the bed. Join the 35 cats already sleeping on my person."
Alex, "Sigh." (happy dance!)
There was no thunderstorm last night.
Fluff my pillow.