If I have learned anything, the simple fact is that I hate to wake up. Bed is so nice and warm in the winter. However, Norris decided that it would be fun to claw me. If you pet him, he stops. That said, I was not awake, so he would claw me, bite me and jump on me. At 6 AM. The alarm had more time and I said, "Please, let me sleep." Cats either don't understand English, or more likely, do not give a shit. He kept clawing me as I tried to wrap blankets into a fabric shield against his overtures. It was to no avail. Norris was not to be denied. As I got out of the shower, he was there, triumphant on the toilet. He beat me.

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