Dryer

I’ve decided, I hate Psycho Cat.

Last night the weather was cold, foul, and rainy. Cat came inside at some point during the night, equally cold, wet and foul. And so, of course, decided that as a human I am there simply to serve, and thus I became the point of warmth that Cat could dry himself on.

Namely, the small of my back. At somewhere around 3am. There’s something innately disturbing about the feeling of cold, wet fur on one’s back in the middle of the night…