Last night, I was up late working as usual and, when I finally shut off the computer, it was 3 am, but I was still a ball of energy. I sat down on the couch and started watching reruns of "The Jeffersons," when Arthur came and sat on my leg.
The vibration of his purr literally knocked me out and I woke up at 7 am, having fallen asleep in my clothes, with my glasses still on. My fiancee Liz wondered what happened to me, but when I told her Arthur put me to sleep she said "yeah, that happens to me all the time."
I was talking to a good friend of mine on the phone today and her family is literally going through hell, due to some illnesses. She told me how her husband couldn't sleep last night and was pacing back and forth at all hours, until their orange cat came and jumped up on the bed and lay at his feet. He then fell fast asleep.