In a few centuries, I decided to go to bed early. Only the eyes began to close, the cat, who always sleeps with me, began to wander around the house, throwing away everything he could reach, and uterus swing. Tired of cuddling on him (I do not do hand-and-tapping), I sat down to wander around the net - I still don't sleep. Soon the sleeping sister looks into the door: “Why are you not sleeping again?” The time is the third hour!" I, angry: "Will this foul infection let me sleep!" I turn around... and I see the cat rolling in the bed, stretching the legs, and diligently pretending to sleep (but I see how he looks!)