So I’ve had a tiring and frustrating day slaving over hot computers to earn a crust to pay for catfood and I finally get some down time and head for the living room and the telly and WHO is sleeping on MYYYY chair? Not Goldilocks! The psychokitteh, Sparta Puss. On my nice fleecy blankie. And if I move her I risk a revenge dead-rat attack. When I least expect it. She’ll get me. Oh the humanity!
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I can relate this to this one except with me it the bed. I have been allocated the left hand side whilst the cat has the rest. I suppose I should be grateful that I have not been kicked out altogether!!
haha sh sneaks in when I’m asleep and sticks her icy paws in the middle of my back!