Ampersand's making me crazy. The past three nights, she's sat herself in my bedroom doorway and, at either random or predetermined intervals (who can tell), let loose a loud groan that sounds like a cross between a drunk college kid vomiting and an old, constipated man in the bathroom. When I wake up, semi-panicked, she's sitting there staring at me, looking like a little trapezoid from hell.
Last night she did this four times. The night before, three. The night before that, four times. I can't lock her out of my room as all she'll do is sit at the door whining and scratching. Have to find a solution to this that won't finish with someone calling the SPCA on me.
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