The kitty jumped onto the bed like she always does. The familiar little plop of her four legs was comforting to him - he didn't even have to look to know Sammy was laying lazily on his feet as he drifted off the sleep. My wife got home late and I awoke to her gasp. "Robert, be smooth, just throw off the covers, run to me, and slam the bedroom door shut." She was still gasping. "Honey, what is it? Sammy's laying on me." "No she isn't, that's not Sammy..."
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