all the arguing about how i should run my blog has put this reader’s cat to sleep, right in the middle of the bed again, where he doesn’t belong.
just as he planned.
Today my cat was sleeping on my pillow while I made my bed. So I made my bed around her.
you just built her a fort that was probably her plan all along
don’t laser eye me just because you can’t play any of those games in that cave you’ve created under my bed.
get out of there cat. i’m trying to make my bed and you’re just making it lumpy. i don’t sleep on lumps.
get off of there cat. how are you going to lay on my face and harass me when I’m trying to sleep if I can’t make my bed?
get out of…actually, you’re allowed to sleep on my bed. do me a favor and don’t claw me through the railing, k? I know that cutsie look can also be deadly.
hey cat. cat, i think that’s my bed. cat, get off of that. cat… i… i guess i’ll just go sleep on the couch.
I decided there is not enough internet space devoted to pictures of cats trying to fit into anything they can. So I have graciously decided to take on this challenge.
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