I swear to God, that cat waits until I'm cozy in my bed to spring from her lazy haunches and traipse all over my reading material looking for her daily tummy massage. She couldn't do this while I'm otherwise unoccupied in my lounge chair on the balcony - oh no! She must divest herself of as much loose hair as she possibly can in the pages of my current novel. And it's a good book too. Bold little kitty!