* For the Phantom of the opera and Angel fans on my flist:
The Wesley of the Opera by
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cracktastic moving story.
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* Around 3 am, Pakita jumped off the bed and left the room, probably to get some water/bathroom/wander around. She came back and let out this loud not-quite-a-bark-not-quite-a-yelp sound that I've learned means "Even though I'm perfectly capable to jump to the bed on my own, I'd rather have you help me out. And if you don't, I'll tap dance all over the room and keep you awake. Fred Astaire had nothing on me!"
So I helped her uyp and was just drifting back to sleep when a dim light fills one side of the room and very loud screams make jump off the bed and grab the nearest object - which turned out to be a rather cute pen - to defend myself from whetever was going on.
Turns out, Pakita stepped on the remote control on her way to her pillow - yes, not only she has her own pillow, but also her own blanket and stuffed animal - and I found my help sleepy self staring at some weird slasher flick. It could have been a porn though. I think they were boobs and somebody running and also a knife... unless "that" wasn't a knife... Anyhoo, I quickly turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. I dimly recall Pakita licking my arm which you could say was a loving gesture but I know it means "I own you, bitca."