The old other cat thinks I'm hot. This sure isn't good news for either of us. From the cat's perspective, it means she's cold and needs to warm up a lot. From my perspective, it means I'm soft and cuddly, AND I'm thirtyseven degrees celsius. That doesn't say much about my appeal if the only creature on God's green earth (or what's left of it) having this illusion is a geriatric feline. Don't get me wrong. I have tons of friends who love me. They're everywhere. Some of them have come to even tolerate me. But, it's the other cat who thinks I'm hot. Geez. 

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