ARRRGG!!

Fucking cats, I swear.

So I wake up this morning to find that the girls, I know it was the girls first off because Keroppi was with ME all morning and night, had knocked down my papertowel holder. Breaking it.

And then proceeded to rip up half of the roll of papertowel throughout the hallway.

And what do they do when I wake up and start inspecting the damage?

" Oh Mother! You're awake! We request that you play with us immediately and lavish us in your undivided attention. " ( Now. I've always assumed that my cats, if human, would speak in an accent similar to that of the Duke from the Moulin Rouge. Especially in the scene where he's asking for the deeds right before he yells and goes crazy. Except female. Keroppi would have a different accent, well, because he's Norweigan. )

Don't get me wrong. I love my cats. But days like this, where the floor is LITTERED with their stupid fluffy, squeaky, rattley, fuzzy, and annoyingly cute toys and they choose to destroy something of mine just because it HAPPENS to be in their way of climbing somewhere I've told them A MILLION times previously not to climb.

It makes me want to throttle them.

So intead. I think I'll get vengence buy giving them....

BATHS!!!

WE'LL SEE WHO'S BOSS NOW!!!

MWAHHAHHHAHAHAHAH!

Don't. Fuck. With. Me.