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Yeah, I hate to keep blogging about my cat.

But the little devil really likes to wake me up at 3 a.m.

One night it was because I let her in my room, and she jumped up on my bed and started pawing at my face. At three in the morning. The first thing I saw was her cute wet little nose sniffing my face. It was endearing, sure, especially since it was a weekend and I could just brush off the fact that it was so early.

But last night, for fudge’s sake, I shut her out of the room and she MEOWED all. Night. Long. It got especially bad around 3 a.m. So I grabbed the water pistol, opened my bedroom door a slight crack, and sprayed the little bugger. Didn’t stop her. She came back two or three times, each time I cursed under my breath and sprayed her some more.

I guess I’ll just have to live like this for a while until she gets it.

But it really is cute when she jumps up on me and sticks her face in mine. It’s a love-hate thing we have going now.

She also loves paper bags.

So, to keep myself awake today, I’m listening to Maroon 5 and t.A.T.u. and other upbeat stuff. And Mondays usually go by so quickly for me, since I usually have meetings and all kinds of things to make the time go by faster.

But damn, I told myself I’d make a Target run tonight. Probably will also be getting Bevo some new toys, since she ripped the tail off of her little mouse.

At least she’s clean.

That City Cat Clinic was fabulous. The vet was this sweet woman who just handled Bevo very well. Anyway, she said what lots of folks at the Humane Society were saying–that the virus will just have to run its course. She said that it would probably last another week or so.

But today, Bevo’s more active. She ran up to me when I came home from work and followed me around a bit, even tried to jump up on my leg and meowed like crazy for my attention. She’s so adorable, but I bet one day that kind of stuff will start to get on my nerves.

Anyway, the vet said that overall, as long as Bevo is still doing normal things like eating, using her litter box and cleaning herself, she should be fine. So. Here she is doing one of those things.

My cat is better than your cat.

Bevo is my orange tabby cat. I just adopted her last week from the Humane Society.

I had originally found her online among lots of adorable kitties, but I picked her just based on her photo. The people at the shelter had named her Tangerine; who wants to call such a cute little kitty that?

So, she’s orange and white, and yes, she is female. So Bevo it is.

But now she’s got a cold. I’m taking her to the vet this afternoon. It’s a cute little place I found called the City Cat Clinic that specializes in cats only. I sure hope she gets better, because she doesn’t really play with me anymore.

One thing she does do, though, that I think is so adorable–she follows me every night into my bedroom when it’s time to sleep, jumps up on the bed with me and curls up near my feet in a little ball (usually right in the middle of the bed so that I can’t move my legs around under the covers). I could be annoyed at this, but it’s so damn cute.

I could live with this.