Torture by Cat

I can’t figure out why, but the Cat of Despair has suddenly decided that he would like to sleep on my bed. With me in it. For… well, probably about fifteen minute intervals (each beginning with a pounce) all night long.

That’s new, and I’m exhausted.

I don’t know why he’s decided to be affectionate right now. Thoughts of that nursing home cat who could predict peoples’ death—but that’s silly.

I couldn’t possibly have a death cat.

Could I?


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