The last couple of nights my insomnia has been particularly intense. Last night, as I lay awake in the wee ours of the night, I felt irritated that no cats were keeping me company. Usually you can rely upon having one about, but lately, no. "There are five cats in this house," I thought, "and where are they?" None were pulling their weight, I felt.
At some point I padded quietly to the bathroom. As I passed Iris's room, I heard the sound of multiple cats purring. Evidently all five cats had chosen to spurn me for Iris.
It was hard not to take this personally. "$#*@& ingrates," I thought.
Eventually I fell asleep, only to be awakened by the insistent attentions of Coconut, our largest and neediest cat. Coconut pushed against me until I petted him, and he walked on me, crying. It was hard to feel excited about this, though. Coconut was clearly thinking of breakfast. Affection was a means to an end. I accepted it, though, reaching down to stroke his silky fur.
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