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For a couple of weeks now, he’s been quietly insistent on regularly burrowing important link under the down comforter next to me, instead of just sleeping how to tell if you are dating a control freak on it. And last night, he was most pathetic, trying to root and nest under it, until I took pity and arranged him a little Newt-shaped cocoon where he could burrow until I relented and joined him.
It’s still pretty warm and muggy, but the temperatures have not been nearly so yucky as they usually seem for August in DC.
Like so many other liver shunt cats, Newt seems to often be a furry little heat-seeking missile. I do have to wonder if his recent insistence on stealing my covers indicates an early Fall, and possibly hard winter.
If it does, should I start the Newt Almanac? Think it could give the Farmers’ Almanac a run for its money?