Me when I was around 1, with Snowball, my constant companion, until mama sold her. Mama raised kittens to sell for extra income, and when she sold Snowball I cried for days. Snowball would come flying upstairs to wake me up every morning, and if I heard her coming, I'd pull the sheet up over my head. She'd jump on the bed; get her paw under the sheet and pull it down off my face and lick my face to wake me up! TFL.