Once upon a time, any cat that found itself in my bedroom as the door closed and the lights went out, could crawl into bed with me and sleep in peace. If the yard opossum had found himself in there, he would have been welcome to curl up on that soft Tempurpedic topper and snore for a while.Alas, that has changed. I noticed last night that Napoleon vets who will get VIP bed status. He then determines where said cat will get placed on the bed. He, of course, gets the choice spot next to me and any rebellion is met with him moving to the top of my head on the pillow.
Apparently I missed the election but I fear it was more of a peaceful coup.
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