Peacefully dozing at 1am while Mitzi marathon watches some show. A small tremor shakes the bed. The dog lets out a small cry. A rumbling noise permeates my cranium. A gentle touch to my face. Pointy objects dig into my cheek. A small voice cries out in the night, "Meow."
Seems Poopsqueek ate all the food.
I roll over onto my side away from him. He slowly creeps down the bed, making sure to annoy Hans once again, and makes his way to my calves. 22 lbs of cat is now standing on my legs in an attempt to make them move me into the other room to make food appear. He eventually gives up and leaves after annoying Hans yet again.
As punishment for waking me up...
Every time I see that asshole sleeping I am going to push my finger tips into his face, roll him over, and then poke his hindquarters several times.
Complete. Total. Asshole. Cat.
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