What is it about cats (at least my cats) that make them want to walk across me — literally stepping on me all the way — when they could more easily jump over me.
If I’m lying in bed, and a cat jumps from the floor to the foot of the bed, he will undoubtedly, on his way to the head of the bed, walk up my leg, across my stomach and chest, and only disembark from the good ship Karen when he reaches my neck (I draw the line at walking across my face!).
It’s some sort of instinctive cat rope-walking trick, isn’t it?
Next question: what law of physics makes a 10-pound cat feel like 50 pounds when he’s walking across your bladder region in the middle of the night?