The cat who really only wants attention when her bowl is empty has been meowing at me all day and is currently sitting on my feet. Both food and water are available, so I’m not quite sure what’s going on. She’s huge and my feet get cold easily, so I’m definitely not complaining.
The cat that scratched the hell out of my arm several days ago is in unknown places. Likely, she is curled up shedding black fur all over my comforter, waiting for me to come to bed. When I do, she will jump down and dart under the bed where I can’ reach her and throw her out of the bedroom. She likes to wait until I’m deeply asleep before attacking my hands for tragically not petting her. I can usually fake her out and make a grab for her before I actually fall asleep.
Cat the third is curled up on top of the chair above my head and has one paw on my shoulder to claim me. He’s my baby, and also enjoys waiting until I head up the stairs to go to bed before making a run for it to hide under the bed with Jinx. He prefers waiting until I’m down for the count before sitting on my chest and purring loudly with his whiskers in my face. I usually throw him out around 3 AM when he wakes me up for the third time.
The dog ate a pair of Voldemort’s glasses last night. She is currently in disgrace. Not that she cares, as she keeps getting up from where she’s lounging on the floor in order to shove her face in my lap for pettings. The cat on my feet alternately ignores her or growls threateningly, and then touches her nose with one paw. It’s a warning? Or possibly a love declaration? It’s a little unclear.
One of the cats is purring loud enough that I can hear it from across the room. Life is pretty good.
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