This happens to me all the time. As soon as the biscuits are made, the purring has ceased and the kitty has settled happily into my lap, my bladder decides it's ready to pop. Why does my bladder hate me so much? I think it's still mad about the two humans that sat on top of it for nine months each. I guess I'd be pretty irritated too.
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