Salem is discontent. His sleeping conditions (i.e., not being allowed to sleep on our bed at night) are unsatisfactory. To make his protests known, he’s pawing at the closed door throughout the night at the most inconvenient hours and running to hide when I approach him. This goes on for days at a time.
Lately, he’s had a haughty expression on his face when he walks by, as if to say, “You’re not the boss of me. I will win this.”
Naturally, I don’t mind that Salem wants to sleep with me, but another person (ahem) will not allow it.
Just when I thought that raising kids was a test of wills, we got a cat.
