Ha, Little Monsieur does the gentle tap on the arm coffee. And his little feet are always so cold, (he's a Devon, so semi hairless). I wonder if I should knit him some baby booties. Or maybe a onesie? When he was a kitten, he was almost bald, with just a fine covering of peach fuzz. I got him a little jumper.
If he's cold at night, he stands on my face until I lift up the duvet, and he sleeps spooned into me, with his head on the pillow. MCat guards my feet.
Oh, and another thing - I bought him one of those sock type beds, a sort of cat sleeping bag. Instead he molests it, dragging it about the house whilst humping it, pulling out tufts of it's fleece as he goes. So much more hoovering for me. Ironic really, because one of the reasons I adopted a Devon is because they don't shed so much.
I'm in bed with flu, and have just covered him with the baby blanket. MCat has just wandered in, so he's now also snuggled under baby blanket. I sometimes worry I'm not a good enough mum to my boys. I do love seeing them snuggled up together. Proper bro's. 
Cats really are the most delicious little imps. I couldn't be without my two.