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As I charge through the dreary hours of night, slaving away on papers I’ve discovered something. My cat Dharma, whom I’d previously thought to be a lazy, pet-hungry, sleep-all-the-time, her-hero-is-garfield, cat is actually just nocturnal. At about one o’clock she came bounding down the stairs and has been literally running back and forth across the living room batting a klondike bar wrapper.

She’s not lazy… she’s just nocturnal. Huh. who’da thunk.