I have spoiled Mr. Tover, or he has trained me well. This now 8 month old kitten has one favorite place to sleep and that would be on my neck.

I keep asking him how he would like it if I slept on his neck? But he is not fazed by my inquiry and will yawn, reach out with his ebony paw and lightly bat at my face as if to say; Silly Human, you belong to me!

I am not sure why my lap is unworthy of his attention. It seems to be satisfactory to all the other cats here. But Tover, he is intent on being a necker. He will when my lap is occupied in one mighty leap, clear the pile of kitties on my lap and land straight on my face. Taking a short breast rest he will then settle on his coveted place, my neck. If I dare to stop his advances he will mew so pitifully (Mike says it sounds truly like I have hurt his feelings). Then I will sigh, tell him to come on and he will crawl up and turn into my neck scharf. Although, I don’t wear him outside to keep the cold out, the thought has crossed my mind. Maybe I could start a new fad?