Well, this cat may have been a pain in the collective side of the apartment for a week, but when it arbitrarily falls asleep on my arm ... in this position, nonetheless, even I can't wish for its untimely demise.
This is probably the most interesting story of my day. The cat, whose name I loathe even to pronounce for fear it might care for me more than I for it, continuously moved around trying desperately to obtain a small morsel of my dinner. I found myself repeating, time and again, that the cat wasn't a human, and everyone knows that my soup always remains solely the dish of humans.
After I finished eating, though, she came onto my lap, and I, being then in a rather playful mood, pushed her over on her back ... just in the crevasse between my arm and my chest ... expecting at least a minor struggle, if not one of gargantuan proportion (considering the size of the cat, of course). But alas, my attempt proved futile and wasted. Without even batting an arm, let alone an eyelid, the cat simply fell asleep.
Never in all my life have I witnessed such a feat. For it wasn't even the most comfortable of positions. And there it stayed for the next 20 minutes or so. And I thought to myself. "If only it always lived like this ... asleep."
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