I had hoped you'd make your debut in this thread for something cute-but-dumb, but no.
You had to get in (note: in, not on) the bed with me at 4am and then, at 4:20am, hork up a hairball.
The getting in part I can deal with - in fact you've got me pretty well trained that, at this point, you don't even really wake me up with the request to lift the blankets so you can get in. The hairball, however, is a new addition - and one that should, under no circumstances, be repeated. I had to go and finish my night's rest on the couch downstairs - and it's only a two-seater.
And, just as a matter of interest, what on earth were you doing in the middle of the bed?! I know I'd rolled over to the other side, but even without the hairball, you'd have been in trouble when I inevitably rolled back...
Yours, grumpily and stiffly,
She who will turn you into mittens if you do this again