This picture reminds me of Kittyface, our first cat, who used to like to sleep on the stove. When I'd come home, she'd sit up and start carrying on, and I'd pet her and say, "aw Kittyface, has Mary been ignoring you?", and she'd carry on some more. Drove Mary nuts, because Kittyface would have been sleeping there all day, ignoring Mary.
I miss Kittyface. She lived with us eighteen years, through the move and everything.