Jett was 'helping' me get dressed this morning

[ashnimehal]

And by 'helping' I mean 'slamming his head into whatever bodiliy protuberance of mine he could find and rubbing against it rather gratuitously'. It's really adorable, because he starts what I call hurring--his very breathy purr--and just goes to town. It's also kind of annoying, because he is a big kitty and can shove me off the bed if I'm not paying attention. (Yes, he has done it in the past) Fortunately there were no The Claw moments so my hose made it out the door intact.

The Evil One limited herself to verticle blind crashing and general mayhem. Again, allowing the hose to make it out the door intact.

I luvs mah kittehs....