He didn't leave the bed though. Oh, no. He plopped over and started performing the trick he learned one night a few months ago after I'd finally pushed him off me because after an hour he was still molesting my arm. I'd left Fu Cat Chu with a serious set of blueballs and he figured out she could finish the job himself. Now his purr-ferred method is "recycling", not that it doesn't mean he's going to stop wheezing while humping my arm in preparation.
In other news... there isn't much. Too much work to do so back to the my-head-shaped-dent.
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