I think Plato (my cat) is evil. Early this morning he cawled into bed with me and snuggled up to my chin and fell asleep on my chest. I proceeded to wake up several times and, not wanting to wake up the cute whittle kitty, I’d fall back to sleep. Well, it’s now 4:30pm and Plato just had to get the f* up. Then, forgetting I placed my glasses on the chair next to my bed last night, I sat on them, squishing and bending the frames all to hell. I know this may sound crazy, but I thnk Plato was smiling.
Evil kitty.
