Son-of-a-wrek wanted a meat smoker for Christmas. Santa came thru. He’s been experimenting since Dec.25.
He texted he’s gonna bring me a rack of ribs. Oh, goody. Nothing I like better.
I’m on my bed juggling 3 devices. My laptop, my tablet and my phone. Shopping, texting and other stuff (secret other stuff;)).
I lean back. The cats are on the headboard, snoozin’. I feel a rough thing on my cheek, Bear leaned over and gave me a Kissy. As he rarely does this, I was alarmed for a second. Then another Kissy on my cheek. Oh, oh. Man, I’m hungry. I’m waiting on the rack of ribs. I know better. I start eating sugar cubes, immediately. I get up and go into my bathroom and get my glucose rescue out. Eating sugar all the way. I feel better.
My phone is yipping and me. The cats are meowing at the bedroom door like they do when they want treats.
My tablet is clicking at me. Dang it! Why must I have secret things on devices? I shut down my shopping page on the laptop. Grab the tablet and phone and get to the top of the stairs. I have to sit down. I’m dizzy.
The cats are below me yowling incessantly. I pop 2 more sugar cubes in my mouth.
I get down to the kitchen. I am now stuffing food in my mouth. I drink a protein drink. I feel better and sit down at the island to delete things off my tablet. Both cats are on the stool beside me. My phone yips, Son-of-a-wrek is on his way.
I’m now ok. I’ve eaten. My CGM never alarmed.
Whew. Mischief managed. (;))
I wish I had a Meat Smoker. 
I’ve narrowed your secret down to two possibilities. Naturally, I’m not going to say what those possibilities are, but either way, I’m glad you have happy secrets. Also Meezer kisses.
Glad you got that blood sugar back up. There’s always room for ribs, right?
Sounds painful. 
So cats are better glucose monitors than your CGM?
These 2 Siamese cats are geniuses. It scares me that they know how to murder me.:eek:
Pretend he’s me.
Speaking for many Dopers.
Er , not about the murdering.
Whew, scared me for a minute, Mikey☺️
Bear probably could tell your blood sugar was low, so he was trying to alert you. He was being a Very Good Kitty. I can relate myself. When my sugar gets low, my hands start shaking, my head gets all fuzzy, and I get very hangry. Time for some Twinkies and fruit punch, and maybe some chocolate cake for dessert.
He has shown an ability to know my glucose numbers better than myself.
Hangry is the word I use to describe that feeling, myself.
Maybe you should change his name from Bear to Accu-Chek. 
I’d call him General Tso.
I know a nice Chinese restuarant. Curiously ran by a Hispanic family. They have really good Sesame Chicken and Shrimp fried rice. The alley way out back is very nice. Just sayin’
I am not diabetic, but I am very familiar with “kitty kisses.”
When I’m not feeling well, Hope will often jump up on the arm of my easy chair, and lean forward. I know what she wants, and lean forward too. She then bumps her nose into mine, while she purrs. That’s a “kitty kiss.”
It’s always seemed as if cats look at their owners (or their staff, depending on your point of view), as family. They don’t want you to be feeling poorly, so if they can help, they will. A “kitty kiss” may not cure what ails me, but it always makes me feel better. I hope that Bear made you feel better too, Beck.
Oh, I adore these 2 cats, to distraction. They, of course take advantage of the situation. Bear is so aloof and Mr. Touch-me-not, it always surprises me when he does these kind of things. Meeko is more demonstrative with her affections. She bumps and nuzzles some. But actual licks are rare as hens teeth. I always take notice.
I was told that the lick maybe a way that they tell if my blood chemistry is ‘off’. I don’t know if it’s real, or not. But it sure is uncanny. It’s happened at least a dozen times in the last 2 years.
I feel blessed to have them, I also check my meter. You know, being prudent.
They do make me feel better. Every day is a big adventure because they are in my life.
Yes, I always feel blessed to have a kitty or two.
Last night I awoke on my side with my back to Vienna. I just lay there for maybe 30 seconds with my eyes open, when she started purring. Somehow she knew that I was awake.
Her brother Paris used to do stuff like this all the time, especially when he started doing his happy dance when I woke up. We lost him last year, and I miss him every single day. I don’t think Vienna misses him, since he used to beat the crap out of her.
Glad you’re feeling better, Beck.
Thx, Panache. Dontcha just love it when cats purr in tune to your activity.
If I decide to clean my desk or my art room counter I am always treated to a chorus of purrs. My cat’s seemingly like cleared surfaces.
The funniest thing they did recently. I walked in my bathroom and in the 2 sinks were 2 curled up Siamese cats. I was so amazed. I flipped the light on. Meeko lifted her head and meowed at me: “Turn the light off, Ma!”
That would be a chicken thing to do.
Sesame ‘Siamese’ Chicken.
One of my favorite Bliss cartoons.