Blah, wide awake. It's a bad sign when you end up in a screaming match with a damned cat, but Echo has somehow managed it. For no apparent reason, she started freaking out. Spitting, snarling, growling, even lashing at anyone that came too close to her. I ended up loosing my temper and chased her around the house with a yard stick. (Yeah, I'm ( Read more... )