kjpepper | Oct. 23rd, 2004

So. Valentino is tearing around here at top speed, knocking shit over and doing that highly amusing thing where he tries to round a corner at Mach 10, but fails rather miserably because a) he's huge b) his feet are fuzzy and hardwood floors have no traction whatsoever. It's kinda like putting furry tires on a yellow Hummer and making it take a sharp turn at high speed. Except that valentino merely crashes into a wall or falls down the stairs; the Hummer would probably kill people with that stunt.

Actually this has been a strange morning for cat ownership. Both

beatgoddess and

sundart are away this weekend so I'm the only one left for the little monsters to harass. Which is both fun and intensely annoying, as

acatnamedfat has already knocked over a stack of books in my room twice not to mention several other things, mitzu has knocked sunny's case logic over onto my plant, and Valentino seems to be on a mission to break or overturn every chair we own. And then there's the alien conspiracy, where I woke up about ten minutes ago to find

acatnamedfat wedged up in the corner created by my chin, my arm, and the rest of my body, purring like mad, and Tabitha meatloafed contentedly on my hip, and the other two cats staring beadily at me from other locales within the room. So I got up and fed them, and now everyone's zooming around the house like the small bundles of batshit that they are.

It's times like this that I royally appreciate living in a space with four cats.