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It's Sunday, how are your pets doing?
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As its gotten colder, some of the cats have gotten into the habit of getting up under my blanket and snuggling with me. For most of them, having the blanket flat isn't really an issue.
But not little miss Calli. She has decided she needs a blanket tent using my knees to create the space so she can curl up between my legs. She asks for this by gently pawing the side of the blanket while staring at me, like "Mom, make me the space, mom".
That is unless I don't do it quick enough. Then we start pawing faster and trying to push our face towards mine. All I can hear in my head every time is "MOTHER, THE COLD APPROACHES, MOTHER! THE BEDS, MY SIBLINGS, THEY ARE NOT ENOUGH! I NEED YOUR WARMTH, AND I NEED IT NOW, LEST I PERISH IN THE NIGHT!"
This is normally followed by me making our space, and then inevitably one of our siblings pounces at our space, much to her distaste.