The kitten grown cat who-was-rescued-almost-dead-and-hand-reared has curled up under a blanket and gone to sleep on my foot.
The blanket just sneezed.
My cup of tea (important first one of the day) is the other side of the room.
What do I do?
YABU - don't move, how can you consider being so evil and cruel
YANBU - you can't function without caffeine and it's now a pampered adult cat not a half-dead ball of fluff