Bedtime Story

I don’t need a thermostat to tell me that winter is nearing: Tuna and Dreamy have started to hang out together. This makes my already-difficult job of changing the linens doubly problematic because during the summer, only Tuna plays Submarine Dive when clean sheets are thrust into the air. Now, two fur-covered bookends extend what should be a short task to countless hours. I rattle their food bowl. Scoop litter. When I’m desperate to get the bed finished after hours of trying to layer sheets and blankets, I shamefully admit to can opener rattling. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

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