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The British cat had not meant to nap so long. As he padded through his dark house he muttered to himself angrily over how his owner, his owner's mate, and his own wanna-be mate had not bothered to wake him before heading to bed for the evening. He carefully nosed the door to the Master bedroom open and made a B-line for his cushioned basket at the foot of the bed. There he found the large American cat, completely at peace, laying on his back and taking up nearly the entire basket. "Bloody idiot..." The English cat whispered before managing to nuzzle himself in next to the unconscious animal he was making a tentative relationship with. He was