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bloodyrosemccoyWe got home last night at around 3 a.m., so we all sort of fell into bed. But I spent much of the night rising that peculiar stage of sleep where I am aware of outside stimuli, but can do nothing about it, and then sinking back into full snooze.
Which is how I know that my cat Fern, who has learned that my cracked-open window has no screen, spent six hours at my windowsill whining and complaining and batting at the blinds inside. Perhaps this had something to do with my broken up sleep.
So now, to add to her many names, Fern is referred to as Simon's Cat. She managed to cram both Cat Man Do and Let Me In into a single act of pathetic desperation. And this is not the first or the last time.
In other news, the other cat Charlie strolled in this afternoon, after camping out and having our neighbor put their food in the admits-cats-only cracked garage for our vacation. She seems put out to see me.
It’s good to be home.
Which is how I know that my cat Fern, who has learned that my cracked-open window has no screen, spent six hours at my windowsill whining and complaining and batting at the blinds inside. Perhaps this had something to do with my broken up sleep.
So now, to add to her many names, Fern is referred to as Simon's Cat. She managed to cram both Cat Man Do and Let Me In into a single act of pathetic desperation. And this is not the first or the last time.
In other news, the other cat Charlie strolled in this afternoon, after camping out and having our neighbor put their food in the admits-cats-only cracked garage for our vacation. She seems put out to see me.
It’s good to be home.
