A Phoenix forensic pathologist gave a presentation and noted the following tidbits about her line of work: Cats get up into your face at night to check and see if you're still breathing. She had seen numerous occasions where little old ladies had been found days later sans face, and nearby a contented fuzzball who looked no worse for not having been fed meow-meow mix for a while.
- Quoted from Everything2.com
Holy shit. And I thought my old cat just wanted to sleep near the warmth of my throat. Apparently she had more macabre reasons in mind. Never going to have another cat. Ever.

