Light My Ire

I knew something was wrong even before I opened my eyes ‘cause I wasn’t pinned down by 30 pounds of Tuna and Dreamsicle. Opened one eye and confirmed my suspicions: My living room was lit up like a Christmas tree at 2 a.m. and I knew that I hadn’t left lights on. I grabbed the flashlight (felt the need for a weapon) and peeked around the corner. There sat Tuna on the cat tree, light switches obviously not in their usual positions. Took this photo. Moved the cat. Moved the cat tree. Turned off the lights. Didn’t get much sleep.

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