The Felines
I think my cats are on crack. Seriously. Either that or the rug is laced with catnip, because they have been INSANE today. Socks has been picking fights with Groucho all day. She is half his size, it's just hilarious to watch. The best bit is that Groucho actually doesn't seem to want to fight, but she just goads him until he bites her. She's also been attempting to perfect her breakdancing, and is actually getting quite good at a sort of sideways Worm that must really give her carpet burn. Then she came up and bit me in the palm for stroking her, then curled up on my feet and went to sleep.
WTF, cat?
Mischief tried to stick her head in the fire. When it was lit. It's not as if she's never seen a lit fire before, we had a real one in our old-old house and she never tried to get in it. She prefered climbing the curtains.
And Groucho? Has ADHD. I do not kid. He wants my attention right now - "get the hell off the computer and feed me human slave, for I grow peckish". Or else he wants to chase wool or kill my wrist with his Jaws of Death. And then he goes over to my bookshelf and tries to EAT my HOMEWORK. I would love to see how well that one would go down with the teachers. "Well, I would love to give you my essay, Mr. Holmes, but Groucho tore it into little pieces because I would not open another can of stinking slop for him to eat."
Ha, yeah right.