And this is my nap I'm talking about not the semi-constant state of couch potato-ness my cats exist in during the day. The funny thing is once I try to rest, it's like a switch has been thrown. Often I fall asleep with one cat pouncing on my feet (sharp little teeth and claws going right through the covers) and another draped across my back. My bedroom is an amusement park, me being the main attraction. If I'm not paying them sufficient attention, which I'm not since I'm trying to sleep, they will lick any exposed body parts or pull my hair. So, I'm tucked into a coccoon, and I open my eyes to check the clock, and that's the cue for whoever is sitting right by my head to meow in my face. And not just any meow but the loudest, most whiny sound you have ever heard. I'd say it's the opposite of blood curdling, but just as piercing. Occasionally, I succeed and squeeze about 20 min of sleep into an hour and a half. Most of the time, I stomp downstairs, annoyed and grouchy.
The trick is - don't let them know you're awake. And this may take practice and patience because you have to slip under the covers, tuck in all your wings, clamp your eyes shut and remain still, ignoring all onslaughts. And it's tough because they will do everything in their power to engage you. Stick to your guns and you just might become part of the scenery.
Good luck and sweet dreams!