I thought it was the weather that was making me tired. I guess it's the overall lack of sleep that I seem to suffer from...
At the sobering hour of 0245, my cat Apollo felt the need to bring the All-Powerful Can Opener, He with the Mighty Opposable Thumbs (that's me) a LIVE sacrifice in thanks for feeding him.
E. was not happy. Not. Happy.
So I get to spend the next 45 minutes crawling around on my hands and knees trying to herd this terrified mouse into a glass from the bathroom so I can take the poor sinner back outside. While I'm doing this, I have to fight back the cats who want to kill the mouse and deal with my wife who is alternating shrieking (when the mouse runs towards her) and laughing (when my ass is in the air while tring to use a broomstick to un-wedge the mouse from under the closet).
Great. And I wonder why I'm tired.
Seriously, I love my kittehs - I'm thrilled that they have the opportunity to be the mini-predators that they were designed to be. I'm less than thrilled that they have to do this sort of shit in the middle of the night. At least I don't have to walk them at 3 a.m. to prevent them from shitting on the rug in front of the door like my friend had to do with his Golden Retriever.
Moving right along...
I wonder if this kid did this just because the popular kids didn't ask him to go to Daytona?
Wal-Mart Spring Break!