Sushi keeps taunting me. Not sure what his game plan is... He is on top of my fancy table runner, left paw up, staring at me as if he were a stalker, then picking at the fabric with his super-sharp talons, barely breaking eye contact. Meow. He's so sadistic.
Sushi and the girls have been keeping me up at night for the last few days (read: weeks/months/years). Between Sashimi and Pixie's wild chases, wrestling, and Sushi's territory battles, I am awake every few hours, pleading for them to stop, otherwise, they won't be sleeping in the bedroom anymore. Yeah. Ok, like that's going to happen.
God, such little manipulators.
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