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I feel so - betrayed, so unloved. How could he sleep with someone else? I have fought and protested and begged and pleaded and cajoled and bribed him to stay with me at night. I have tried to make my bed-life more interesting for him, I have stayed uncomfortable, for hours at a time, so he wouldn't leave me. I've tried dressing up, dressing down, changing the sheets, and the blankets, and it has done no good. Even if he does come to my boudoire, he only stays a few moments before bolting off, like I wasn't good enough for him. When he comes to visit in the morning, I knew he was after only one thing, but at least I knew he wasn't with anyone else - ..until - <sob> -
Bastard Cat now sleeps on Joel's bed.
That's it. I've had it. I'm getting a newer, younger, cuter and certainly less pudgie model., and see how he likes having my affections given to another. That'll teach him, cheating sod.
(Paw note -- yes, we are probably going to get another kitten, but I won't be ignoring Shmoggleberry either. Of course, if we do get another fuzzball of affection, how do we equal or better a name like Shmoggleberry? Any suggestions are more than welcome)
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