{"id":1869,"date":"2006-04-13T10:32:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-13T16:32:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lordandrei.com\/blog\/?p=1869"},"modified":"2006-04-13T10:32:00","modified_gmt":"2006-04-13T16:32:00","slug":"i-live-with-cats","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.lordandrei.com\/blog\/2006\/04\/13\/i-live-with-cats\/","title":{"rendered":"I live with CATS"},"content":{"rendered":"

Please understand.. I love my shimmeringjemmy<\/a> more dearly than I can ever express. And the fact that she is 20 weeks along is a wondrous thing.<\/p>\n

That being said, she is a territorial sleeper. The bed becomes the board for a game of risk that she slowly annexes through the night. About 10 minutes before she awoke, I realized that she’d rolled herself to cordon off about 70% of the bed.<\/p>\n

Her first general is a big, black, ball of fur that often walks into the center of the remaining space and sits in there holding the contents immobile while her leader rolls to annex more space.<\/p>\n

This is usually the clue that it’s time for me to abandon my loosing battle for bed-space and go downstairs to perform my task at private, last-class and give refill the food bowl for the aforementioned “Big, black, ball of fur.”<\/p>\n

And yet.. it’s more amusing than anything else.<\/p>\n

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