My hair is not a pillow
Last night, Gergiev decided to pace back and forth on my hair as I tried to sleep. Then she knocked off a bunch of music and even a rather large book from my pump organ, apparently in retaliation for not being allowed to sleep on my hair. Why, oh why, must my lovely cat have such strange desires? Why cannot she be content to sleep beside me?
posted by Jeni at 11:09 AM
4 Comments:
we should investigate the possibility of her being in league with ray in some sort of owner-sleep-deprivation scheme.
Hmmm . . . a potentially widespread feline conspiracy . . . whatever shall we do? Perhaps our cats would like some nice kitty tranquillizers. B/c, as we learned in elementary school, drugs are always the answer to your problems. :)
Of course your hair is a pillow. Meow.
Yes, pass the bong. This kitty gonna get high.
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