Before the better-half and I got married, I let my cats sleep with me at night. I could almost always count on one of them wanting to be on the bed with me for all or part of the night. Leon would often bother me for a petting or he’d want to get under the blanket with me. Of course, if he was under the blanket I was supposed to hold the blanket off of him so he could enjoy some warm cave action. As you can imagine, there were times when I just didn’t sleep well. Add to that mix my cat hair allergy and you understand why I finally said the bedroom door needed to be shut at night.
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