Clyde. Clyde, Clyde, Clyde.
Clyde that wakes me up at least twice a night to be fed, let out, etc. Every night I am up and down with this cat. Come mornings, at 4:30 A.M. to be precise, I stumble and bumble my way through my morning routine to get dressed and ready for work, get the kid up and going, and then make the bed before I leave because I am one of those types that feels like my whole day is just “off” if the bed isn’t made.
And then after I make the bed, THIS is what happens:
He has the nerve to crawl in MY bed and sleep all day after I have been up half the night catering to his needs.
His life is so hard, bless it.
