I have no idea what Crappy Cat does all night while we sleep.
Crappy Boy once made up a story about him sneaking into the attic where he keeps his spaceship. He says he flies away each night. Sounds reasonable. Cats are aliens. Have you noticed how they’ll just freeze and stare for a moment? Snap your fingers and don’t let them do that shit. They are uploading information to their mothership.
Anyway, after Crappy Cat finishes doing what he does all night, he comes into our bedroom. Usually at around 6AM which is way too early for anyone to come into our bedroom. My lady’s maid doesn’t even come into the room with breakfast until 8AM. (At least that is when I pretend my lady’s maid brings me breakfast. Thank you, Downton Abbey for the fantasy material.)
So Crappy Cat enters the room much too early and surveys the bed real estate.
It is ample.
However, he always goes for the same exact spot.
I’m not sure whose cat originally discovered that sitting on a bladder causes their human to wake up, but one did. Was it your cat? Was it Crappy Cat? I guess we’ll never know and there is no benefit in pointing fingers. But we do know that this information has been uploaded to the mothership’s server.
All cats can access this information if they do a software update. It is now part of the collective cat-conscious.