There is only one thing that I demand out of Tyson -- he needs to stay off of my pillows. I hate going to lay down and there is cat hair on my pillows.
Of course, we are talking about Tyson. He doesn't care what my wishes are. I come home frequently and find him sprawled on my pillows. He usually looks at me, stretches, and lazily meanders off.
Jerk.
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