I used to house-sit two mammoth-sized Maine Coon cats, and they used to double-team me like that every freakin' morning. Of course, most of the time I'd be up already, because they would have spent the night terrorizing me by perching at the edges of the pillow and howling into my ears, then galloping into the next room while I had a seizure. Fun times!
I appreciate that all too well, seeing as how I had a cat named "Thumper" who did that as well. Thumper got his name not because his original owner was fond of Bambi, but because he weighed in at a full fifteen kilos, and he'd thump like a ripe watermelon if you tapped him on the side. Thumper had a bit of fat on him, but he was just plain big: my sister and her family came out to Dallas to visit a decade ago, and I got to watch my then-two-year-old niece ride the cat around the house like a pony.
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