It was a little after three when my cat woke me up by sitting on my chest and howling. I wanted to ignore him—I could tell without opening my eyes it was still dark out—but when he started kneading my chest with his claws out, I gave up. “Seriously, Skittle?” I asked, reaching for my glasses, noticing my alarm’s glowing red numbers read 3:12. He yowled again. There were four different sounds, each with its own meaning, in his repertoire. […]
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