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My two cats have roles basically equivalent to Alli's dogs: one with intelligence issues (Pan) and one with self esteem issues (Nemo). Nemo is incredibly oriented towards me: he greets me at the door, he frequently follows me from room to room, and he stares at me with his huge eyes and I just know he's thinking "please don't stop loving me." Nemo has been known to attack guests, and I think the provocation is that he thinks they're competing with him for my attention.

So when I need to get the cats out of my bedroom, I only have to pick up Pan. Eventually, Nemo will join us. He clearly knows I'm just going to put Pan down and lock them both outside the room, but he can't not follow me.

Last night I had to separate them so that I could get a fecal sample. I put Pan in the bathroom, closed the door, and went to sleep, ruing how nothing caps off a rough day like being unable to cuddle your cat to sleep because you need a fecal sample. This morning, I opened the door, and both cats walked out.

The firstest of first world problems

Watching a show on netflix that has uneven episode distribution over discs, so you're unexpectedly left with only forty minutes of television for the weekend.

I'm trying to figure out how people in 1900 would react to this problem, if I could even explain the technology to them. I suspect they might think I was somewhat spoiled.