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May. 4th, 2011 10:12 pmMy dad often falls asleep in his recliner, and the cat is often wedged between his knees, napping too. My mom walked into the room, looked at them fondly, did that thing where you mime taking a photograph for your memory, and then turned around and started talking to me at full volume, shocking them both from their slumber. I haven't laughed like that in weeks.