Very early Monday morning I was awakened to the cutest thing I have seen in about 2 years. My cat Rocco was sleeping in my hair. A little backstory: He is the only pet we've had since puppy/kittyhood. All the others are rescues, but we got Rocco in Monterey California almost 3 years ago. He is all white (not a stitch of color anywhere--our other cat, Vito, is all black. They look awesome together) and, while my other animals are nowhere near dense, there is something different about Rocco. He is very intuitive, smart, funny, playful, and he loves attention (if you are standing up and he wants to be held, he'll look up at you and you have about 3 seconds to get ready to catch him. He will jump to chest level, right into your arms). When we first got him, he was pretty sick (according to the vet, all-white cats should never be solely outside because of susceptibility to sunburn, etc.) with scabs on his tiny little nose and on the backs of his ears (the hair is so thin that the skin underneath got sunburned) and he also had conjunctivitis so his eyes were goopy and his nose was runny. He was so cute and pathetic--he meowed and whined when I put him down so I held him all the time, and when I went to bed he came with me. He slept on my hair (its long and curly, and I guess pretty comfy). But as soon as he started to get well and grow, he moved on to bigger and better things (like batting a ball with a bell in it across the kitchen floor all night). So, it's been a long time since I've awakened to find him there, and I was so pleased.
Then, last night, I had barely pulled the covers up before he was in my face, purring like a motor. He fell asleep on my chest. I feel like The Chosen One.