Olive

Well. I knew I also had a cat to care for at my sit in Mosman. The thing is...I never saw her in daylight! Yes. The first time Olive decided to show her face was when I woke up in the middle of the night with her laying on me...the cheek! She made a habit of appearing after dark, unless it was raining of course and then she would deign it necessary to make an early appearance to escape the drenching. She would then meow loudly until I came up to bed and proceed to make me her claw cushion. In the hour before dawn, she would be gone to do whatever-cats-do-in-daylight-hours type of things.

She is your true example of cupboard (or should that be...pin cushion) love. 

I didn't mind. She is a character and a half.