When I am at home, Whiskey and I play “Fight Game” in the morning and again when I get home. This consists of his taking my hand gently in his teeth and worrying at it. Then, I pull him on his back around the bed by the same manner. There is some flapping about of the front paws and several administrations on his little head of “kiss poison”. This mock battle goes on for about 3-5 minutes. Then, Whiskey flops back over onto his stomach and I pet him.
The pillow take-over appears to have been because he missed me. He readily agreed to give it up in exchange for a resumption of our ritual. He is not, however, willing to stop sleeping at the foot of the bed at night.
In the Ensuing Panic 
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