Up early, very early, my nose was blocked, I couldn't get back to sleep. I hate that.
Milo comes in and rubs his head against my hands as I type. With him standing on my thigh and rubbing against my hand every time I try to move my fingers makes it impossible to type.
I wondered if his food bowl was empty? Then I heard him crunching on it, milliseconds after he seemed to be rubbing against my left arm.
Silent as a... well, perhaps not mouse, he glides around the house hardly ever making any sound. Quiet as the wind. Velvet paws.
Then he is back next to me on the couch, pushing himself up against my left thigh. He's got to get his 20 hours sleep in, let's face it.