Dammit Cat,
You know that I love how the cold weather has both made you more sweet. (Though it has also made you more wild.) I mean, the fact that you actually stood on the couch next to me the other day is amazing! But there's a few things I don't understand.
Why does the cold weather trigger your nursing... Habit? You nursed on my Snuggie. You nursed on the stairs. This morning, you climbed in bed with us (amazing thing by the way) and nursed on my shirt and pants.
Also, when you got up on the bed you started to knead-which would have been fine had it not been directly on my bladder, first thing in the morning. I couldn't just get up and run to the bathroom, because you were actually being incredibly affectionate and I'm not going to just throw that away and risk it never happening again.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to complain. The fact that you voluntarily climbed on me is amazing. It's almost like you're trying to be extra sweet so that I don't suspect anything. ....Crud. You're going to kill me, aren't you?
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