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Tired

I was up ’til 1am working on some diagrams to help illustrate a book. At 5:30am the cat started jumping on us for breakfast. That’s not right, so I expressed my disapproval and locked her out of the bedroom.

But I had to hop out of bed and engage her a few more times with the spray bottle before she stopped trying to dig through the door.

Then she started crying. And I worried that maybe the neighbors might complain.

I’m sure kids are worse.