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It's almost eight. I finally let the cats back inside on this cold morning. I mutter after them, "You got to let me sleep. If you don't let me sleep, life gets tougher." Unlike past winters, I've been letting the cats meow me out of bed to let them go outside, in part, because they no longer always use the litter box, and I'd rather let them go out to relieve themselves as they seem to prefer. And, because it is cold, I am anxious to let them back inside as soon as I can. But this has put me in a bad place. They will meow me out of bed every hour of the night. I cannot put up with that.
