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[ from here

it's also a hand sliding under the blanket ]

Comments

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[awwwww]

All right.

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[ cuddling right up to ]

...you're warm.

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So are you.

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I guess it isn't all bad.

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No?

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There are some benefits. Provided Altair doesn't try to eat you.

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I don't see why he would.

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He's a dog. You're a cat.

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He was never horrid to Beauregard.

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In all fairness, your cat probably weighs more than he does.

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Really?

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Honestly, I'm surprised that animal is able to walk.

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He's very determined.

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[ please don't claw me for that ]

Apparently so.

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[I won't, I won't]

It doesn't bother him.

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[ thank you ]

He isn't a stupid cat...

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Not in the least.

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His legs hurt when he stands on you, though.

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That's true of any animal.

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Some are worse about it than others.

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I suppose so.

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He always digs his paws into the soft bits.

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He's excited.

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[ I'm maybe saying that cat basically always goes for the junk ]

. . . Sure.

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He likes being close to you.