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lizwilliams) wrote2007-02-10 11:04 am
lizwilliams) wrote2007-02-10 11:04 am
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One Cat Night
Sid has conquered the north face of the dog. The Alsatian was between my lap and Sid yesterday evening: Sid stood looking urgently from one to another and eventually clearly thought: oh, sod it. He wound round the dog's legs and jumped up on my lap.
When we went to bed, a shadow snuck onto the end of it, sat squarely on the hot water bottle and imported some extra mass from a parallel dimension, just in case I decided on any funny business like warming my own feet. He stayed for some time, as far as I'm aware.
T's last words last night were: 'That cat's not stupid.' I'll say.
When we went to bed, a shadow snuck onto the end of it, sat squarely on the hot water bottle and imported some extra mass from a parallel dimension, just in case I decided on any funny business like warming my own feet. He stayed for some time, as far as I'm aware.
T's last words last night were: 'That cat's not stupid.' I'll say.
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Another? Take as much of the bed as you possibly can. . .with one, we can generally manage, but when both try for this life objective, our feet tend to get squeezed into the smallest of spaces.