Last night was Part Two of our camp out on the basement floor. We decided we didn't want to sleep with half our brain listening for the tornado siren.
Sometime this morning after Birch had already risen and gone upstairs I felt a cold wet nose tentatively nudging my face, and I'm fairly certain I heard him whisper, "Just because I can."
Next thing I know I feel my entire body being rudely bounced, hear his old man grunt as he collapses beside me, and feel all of his furry warmness right smack against me, some of it up my nose. The realization abruptly infiltrates my brain: I have just been forced to spoon Ethel. He's cashed in on Birch's mattress offer after all.
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