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COPYRIGHT 2001 Texas Monthly, Inc.
WHAT HAPPENS IN MY BEDROOM AFTER THE LIGHTS GO OUT? ON MOST NIGHTS A LOT OF PURRING, SCRATCHING, AND HOWLING -- NOT TO MENTION HEAVY PETTING.
I SLEEP IN AN OLD RANCH HOUSE IN THE HILL COUNTRY with a shotgun under my bed and a cat on my head. The cat's name is Lady Argyle, and she used to belong to my mother before Mom stepped on a rainbow. It is not a pleasant situation when you have a cat who insists on sleeping on your head like a hat and putting her whiskers in your left nostril all night long at intervals of about 27 minutes. I haven't actually timed this behavioral pattern, but it wouldn't surprise me if the intervals were precisely 27 minutes.
This precarious set of affairs could have easily resulted in a...
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