Fatso...

I got awoken to horrendous meowing. Fatso decided it would be a great idea to meow over and over, with each meow more pitiful than the last. Then Snowflake decided to follow Fatso around sneakily, and I was sure there was going to be a cat fight, but there wasn't. I made Snowflake leave, and petted Fatso to make him stop meowing. While petting Fatso, Lily decided that stretching herself over the top of my bed and stealing the pillows was the best idea in the world. I then had to curl up in a ball at the end of my bed with Frank, who insisted to squeeze himself into the small bit of space left. I tried sleeping, but couldn't. I don't know why, but I decided getting on my computer was awesome, so I did. Now, I am unable to go back to sleep. A few minutes ago, I shoved Lily a few inches away from the right side of the bed. Now I have about 6 inches of space to put myself, and if I exceed those 6 inches of space, I'll either lay on Lily or fall off the bed. Fatso has now decided to sleep on the end of my bed. And he has stopped meowing. Yay.

                                                         Me Sleeping. Like a normal person.

                                                                            Fatso.

                                         Me awake like an abnormal person, telling Fatso to stop.

                                                         And Snowflake comes along.

I only drew four pictures because I only wanted to draw four.