Last night Dusty decided to play luxury spa. He started his activities about 1:00AM. First he started out with some stretching and mewling on the bed, flipping around and clawing at the comforter and my legs. After I booted him off the bed he started in on the aerobic segment of the evening, tearing through the house from one end to the other stopping occasionally to scale a wall or two and jump up on every book case in the place. He then went and used the litter box treadmill, I swear he kicked litter around in that box for 15 minutes or more. Then a final mad dash through the house, no doubt to get away from the smell of his poop. Back on the bed to groom, groom, groom. He didn't miss a piece of fur I tell you! Next came the pedicure, chew, chew, chew, pull, yank, chew, chew on those back claws. Then finally he weaseled his way under my arm and started to headbutt my hand -- ah the massage, the wondrous end to a night at the spa! Of course I obliged to knead his weary muscles and both of us finally fell asleep.

It is now 10:00AM and one of us (not me) is still slumbering on the bed, can you guess who it is?

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March 9, 1999