Last night, I heard a loud crash from downstairs at about 11. Since I was already in bed, I (rightly) figured it must have been the cat getting into trouble. Guess who decided he didn't like the blinds in the dining room!
At 6:00, he must have become concerned that my feet were cold, and so attempted to warm them up with his claws and teeth. By the time I finally got up an hour and a half later, he had taken to attacking me through a plastic bag. Clearly, he was trying to fashion himself a cape and fight crime. I'm not sure what kind of superhero eats weight control IAMS with added hairball control, but I guess there's a first for everything.
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