I went to bed and Ruthie was sleeping against my back. I woke up at one point and found that I was on my back in a plie position with her smack in the middle. Amazing the subliminal powers she has over me in my sleep. Of course, this was after she threw a fit when I tried to take a Christmas picture with her. Take a camera out and she walks right up to it, ruining whatever scene you were trying to capture. Take a camera out because you actually want her to look at it, and she runs in fear. Apparently things have to be on her terms.