I think Max tried to kill me last night.

I woke up at about 3:00AM. My oxygen tube had been taken from my nose. It hung loosely on my chest.

The only explanation I can think of is Max gently pulled it down and away from my face, letting it fall in a position where it caused no harm, but gave no benefit.

That cat is so lucky that he is soft and cuddly and purrs so sweetly, or I would scold him severely for attempting murder.