I'm feeling so guilty right now. This morning, before the alarm went off, I felt something kind of tickling my face. I was only half awake so, thinking it was a bug, I kind of freaked out and tried whacking it away with my hand. It wasn't a bug, though. It was Peter, just trying to be sweet, and I ended up knocking him off the bed. He was more surprised than anything and I think he had his feelings hurt because he wouldn't come back into bed after that and wouldn't let me get near him me before I left for work. I hope my sweet boy has decided to forgive me by the time I get home! I may have to resort to bribery with some treats.