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The night before last I vaguely remember waking up in the middle of the night to the sounds of a cat running all over the apartment. It’s not entirely uncommon for Celli to go a little crazy in the night hours, so I though nothing of it, until I got up the next morning:

She’d literally been back and forth, around bed and chair legs, unwinding a roll of yarn. And Adrienne had just rolled that one up, too. I guess we’ll learn our lesson!