The cats sleep with me at night and usually wake up around 3am for some sort of revelry. Which means I usually wake up at 3am and shove them away from me and stick my head under the pillow. And, I've discovered that if there are any clothes on the floor, Bella will use them as her personal litter box. Charming.
Last night, I went upstairs and got ready for bed and rather than go back downstairs with my clothes, I just threw them on the bed and went to sleep. Cut to my bleary 3am wake up when the cat noses me and then - so it seemed - laid down. In some sort of being a nice owner fit, I reached over and pet him while re-situating myself to go back to sleep. After a little while, through my drowsy haze, I realized something seemed a bit off. Woke myself up enough to investigate and realized I had been petting my wadded up jeans. Oh, self. TGIF indeed.
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