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I am very, very lucky in that Amy is incredibly, surprisingly, so snuggly. She doesn't like to be picked up and carried, but she loves to sit on me and lick whatever bit of skin she can get- when not demanding nose rubs and head pets, of course. She's actually fallen asleep on me a couple of times- we actually had a Syrian, Malcolm, whom would fall asleep in my mum's cupped hands, or beside her on the couch, all curled up in a little ball. He was probably my favourite; we had another one, Minnie a girl whom turned out to be a boy, whom although wasn't our first was the earliest one I remember most clearly, another probably for favourite.
Baby the bun was more likely to bite you to show affection; and Pipkin would actually hop up on my computer desk and sit half on the space between the keyboard and the edge of the desk and me to be petted. He also loved to cuddle under blankets, licked me a handful of times and fell asleep on me once.
They have such varied personalities, don't they?