You may try to look like a monk, but you're nothing but. Trotting up in the middle of night, besieging my bed and traveling up my sleepy body like it were your personal autobahn.
Oh come, surely you know there ain't any fooling me.
One minute you want to go out and halfway out you come back up, not leaving for the next two days. Meowing your way into all comfortable spots sprawling in a sleep that stretches into wee twilight hours.
This sage look may fool others but with me perhaps you ought to try harder.
Curled into a loaf like pose, meditating deep awaiting sleep.
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