The pest

Myst is the bedcat.
When I go to bed, she is there, wanting attention.
She’ll try to paw my face or bite my nose.
I just want to sleep, so I cover myself completely with the blanket.
Myst tries to dig in, poking and prodding until she finds a way.
When Gina comes to bed, Myst will bother her for a while.
One of us gets the butt and the other gets the bite.
And then, Myst gets the pillow.
A simple whomp convinces the annoying little baby panther to stop being a pest, and we all go to sleep.

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