Kosh with Gabe and Sabine (back in 2003, I believe before they moved to Dublin). Although he was nervous of large gatherings, with smaller numbers after a while he'd come out and insist on sitting on visitors.
Floppy cat. He would just hang there, like a leopard on a tree branch waiting for prey to pass underneath. But unlike a tree branch, my arm couldn't keep him up for ever.
He did like sleeping under the covers.
And he was capable of falling asleep in positions both utterly daft and totally inconvenient.