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Dear the-five-felines-what-share-this-apartment-with-me,

I love you guys dearly, you know this. After all, I spend retarded amounts of money on your food and care.

However, could you knock it off with the kitty-cat rodeo in my bed at three in the morning?
Honestly. It's getting old.

Love,
tara

P.S.
And to the one of you who likes to put his face in my face while I'm sleeping and then endlessly lick his lips, quit it.
You know who you are.