Every night, at bedtime, I jump up on the bed and say to Momma, "mahh, mahh," in my tiniest, high, squeaky voice. Then I give her headbutts and curl up next to her. My purrbox starts up, and I sing her a kitty lullaby. Momma says I have a tiny hoarse voice and a lovely motor. On occasion, I will go under the covers and make biscuits into her belly, until she makes me stop. Every time she wakes up in the night, she can see my ears, so she knows I am there. Sometimes she touches me, and I serenade her back to sleep. If I go get crunchies or a drink, I come right back and cuddle close. I am a good girl.