Gates don't matter. Moods don't matter. Who wants what does not matter. we do not run this house, HE(Who must not be named) runs this house. Here he is eyeing my dinner. Every night, at exactly 10 pm, he strolls out of the bedroom and comes over to Chrissie and collects her and escorts her back to the bedroom, as it is time for bed. He then lies down lengthwise on the middle of the bed, and at 20+ pounds, I am too old to argue with that cat, and too tired to try. He wins by default. I roll over and go to sleep. Sometime in the night, he ever so slightly changes position from lengthwise to crosswise, making sure to line up my face with his asshole, while gently placing his head on Chrissie's shoulder and going to sleep. At some point in the night, I wake up to a face full of cat ass. And as only a cat can, I'm sure he smiles every time that happens.


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