This is what I ask myself and the voices in my head every morning. This is also what Suka asks me when I try and move her from under the curtains on the rare occasion I vacuum.
Except she doesn't say please. She says something that sounds more like "I'ma cut you if you wake me up again! I don't care that you feed me. I a' cut you."
Oh well. I can sweep around that spot.
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