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Hey Dweezil. When I adopted you I thought I was getting a cat, not some kind of North American Bed Hog. Christ, cat, you're lean and fit so how on earth do you manage to take up nearly a quarter of a king size bed? Eventually my wife gets mad at ME because I'm encroaching on her side of the bed when it's really your fault for pushing me over ever so slightly every time I move. I don't even notice because I sleep through it! I don't know if this is better or worse than your phase of passing out on my chest with your rear end in my face because I at least had leg room, but c'mon dude. Pick a spot and commit! And Moon. You've trained my wife really well to feed you at 5 am, but when she leaves for work that's it. You haven't trained me, I am not getting up at 6 to shake your bowl to cover up the empty center, and all the meowing and knocking poo poo off my nightstand isn't going to change that. Your fat rear end can deal with eating from the edges. You are absolutely not going to starve, lardo.
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