Veronica slept in university residence last night because of the mini-university camp run by her office. This usually means that I sleep really well in a bed to myself. Furthermore, the cat now spends the night outside hunting rats the size of beach balls. (They're actually about a size 13 shoe.) A bed to myself and the cat outside...
When I returned home last night at about midnight, the cat returned home as well. She decided that the weather wasn't fit for hunting and went to bed on me. She reassessed the weather at 3am and woke me to go outside. She re-reassessed the weather at 6am and came in. She re-re-reassessed the weather at 6:30am and demanded to go outside. Having had enough, I locked her in the bathroom with a blanket and food. I win cat. I'm going to sleep. Seconds later the cat barfed four times...
I was up at 6:30 today. It's good to start the day early. You can get a lot done.
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Ahaha! I feel your pain, Neil.
The other night, we were sleeping, and heard something crash in the bedroom (at 1 am), and Chris curses Mulder, but when we put the light on, Mulder's asleep on the bed. Turns out Paprika's discovered how to jump, and got into the bedroom, climbed onto the bookcase, and fallen down behind where the two bookcases meet in the corner, knocking over a lamp in the process. We had to move the very heavy bookcase to get her out. Did I mention that our bedroom is packed with stuff from the living room because we were redoing the floor?
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