You don't have to be awake, do you? Sully sleeps leaning against the arch of my foot (on the 'thermostat leg' that's thrown out from under the covers most nights) and I've been told that I scritch his chin with my toes when I'm asleep.

Awake, he cuddles on my lap when I'm reading, but only when he feels like it. If he's around when I'm working outside I'll give him a brush, but he's a cat, so it's really his show.

Angus gets serious quality time. A good walk every morning, some frisbee throwing when I come home at lunch, a walk at night. Trips to the greenway or a play date with his 'cousins' on the weekends. Also he's become fond of fetching a nasty half-deflated kickball that he stole from a daycare center. He brings it by and drops it, I fake like I'm going to kick it and he immediately drops to 'play stance'. He's wagged his butt so hard it's lifted his feet off the ground. High-larious.