Tuesday, May 02, 2006

The horrors of life with a feline insomniac

For some unknown reason, my wily little cat decided to stay up all night long. (Perhaps she was busy plotting some devious new scheme for feline domination.) So then she comes to bed at 7:30 a.m. and decides she wants attention, coming up and meowing in my face, awakening me to ensure that I drifted back off to sleep only minutes before my alarm went off. And of course, since she did not go to bed until this morning, she refused to get up to have coffee with me, leaving me alone with only the works of Mr. James Fenimore Cooper for company.


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