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A Twitter post by Dana Schwartz @DanaSchwartzzz that reads Whenever I scold my cat, I use the royal we" so she doesn’t feel so ashamed. “We don’t eat that. We don’t chew on electrical cords," I say. It’s as if I, too, have a problem with eating wires or plastic I found on the floor and she and I are working on that problem together.
I had to banish my first cat from the bedroom. He’d start chewing wires to get me to react - which worked, because I didn’t want him to be electrocuted - to get him breakfast.
I loved that cat, and I hated to do it, but I can’t have him chewing wires.
Later in his life he was allowed back into the bedroom. He’d come into the bedroom while we were prepping for bed, then curl up under the blankets with me for a while, then leave for the rest of the night.
That’s so sweet. We bottlefed my first soulcat. The rest of their life, they would drape themselves on top of my arm for comfort. They slept on top of/along my arm at night. I haven’t slept well since they passed