hip_cat that bird over there If i happen to turn on my side while i am sleeping, Tonya, wherever she may have been in the house will immediately assume her usual seated "sphinx" position on the upturned lateral ridge of my pelvis. If, as a sleeping body is prone to doing, i happen to turn onto my back again, she stands on my chest and meows very loudly in protest. Half the time, however, i am prevented by moving because of a certain amount of kitty collusion in which Shadow, acting like a wheelbrake, has decided to wedge herself in and curl up tight right behind the small of my back, preventing me from turning onto my back if i don't want a squashed cat 041217 what's it to you? who go blather from