So while I was ill in bed, One-eye-cat was in a state of bliss, sprawled on the bed, pressed against my feverish body, tucking his head under my hand, reclining in the cleft between my legs, rolling over and stretching, only to curl up again on the other side. Now that I'm up and about again, he is asking me "Well? When are we going back to bed???" He is keeping watch on the landing, and every time I walk across, or go towards the general direction of the bedroom, he's all "Yay!" and trots off to hop up onto the bed. He is so disappointed when I don't go to bed.
And at bedtime - proper night time bed time - he comes to fetch me: "Come on! It's bedtime! It's past bedtime! It's time for us all to get into bed and cuddle up and pur warmly together! Come on! What are you waiting for!"
He's never been a cuddle-cat before now.