Hoo boy, I hear you. Julian seems to have an unerring awareness of those nights when I REALLY NEED SLEEP, say the evening before I'm being formally observed, or before Parents' Night, or whatever. Those are the nights he decides he needs tons of head-butting affection, or to thud as noisily as possible around the apartment at full tilt.
If he weren't so damnably cute...oh, who am I kidding? Our cats have us totally whipped.
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If he weren't so damnably cute...oh, who am I kidding? Our cats have us totally whipped.