Yesterday morning, Cleo woke Benjamin up by throwing up on the bed. She managed to hit the quilt, the comforter, and both blankets. Was this her way of telling us that the bedding needed washing? I was once awakened in the middle of the night by our cat Duchess eating a dead rodent on my bed. She brought it to me because she liked me and my room was her favorite place. Ah, the joy of having cats.
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