The last time I got very close to a sleeping cat with my face was back around 1981ish. The cat woke up, grabbed both sides of my head with her claws while growling and trying to make her eyes go wider than mine. Mine were wide in terror and bugging out of my head. Her entire reaction to me, being right in her face, may have had something to do with the furry monkey mask I was wearing for a Halloween party that evening. One might ask, "What was I thinking?" I know I did.
To read more about this embarrassing, life-changing, incident in my life, please follow the attached link to my blog, “The Path”: The Better Part of Valour