As 3a.m. came, I was finishing my final for my statistic class. One cat nestled in my lap under the computer while I sit in the papason in the basement. The other, at the moment I'm completing the last two questions, decides to burrow furiously into my side so that she can ball up in the space between my back and the cushion. That cat (Edna Mode and Guest) is lucky she was de-clawed before we got her.
What is it about me sitting still that draws all the life in my house to nestle around me?
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