It's been very busy at work this week and projects at home have been even busier. (Try bringing piles of wedding gifts into an already packed apartment. We're blessed to have such generous friends, lucky to have had such a nice wedding, and currently weeding through our belongings and tossing the old to make way for the new.)
Thank goodness all three cats have simultaneously gone berserk in the last few days.
Prussia has taken to jumping from windowsill to windowsill, trilling her little brains out until one of us claps our hands to quiet her. She also has been making out with my shoes on a regular basis, which is making me slightly uncomfortable.
Abby went from being fat and docile to fast-pawed and overzealous. More often than not, I see her waddling at a precarious speed towards the other cats, trying to use her lightning-fast double paws to cuff them in the head and incite a riot. She then attempts to hide under the couch, but realizes that she's about three hundred meals past not fitting. (Poor Abby.)
And then there's my arch nemesis: Siah Sausage. This annoying little biscuit has been clawing at the bedroom door every night, wailing to be let in. She has successfully eaten half of the carpet outside of door and once I open the door for her in the morning, she proceeds to stalk me while I'm getting ready each morning. Yesterday she ran off with one of my earrings. Today she managed to snuggle up to the black sweater before I had a chance to put it on, leaving a furry little Siah-shaped furball on the front.
"Sausage, I'm trying to get things done around here. Please stop tipping over the laundry basket." "Please do not jump up on the counter and trot off with half of my sandwich." "Please refrain from sticking your cold kitty nose in my ear while I'm sitting, unsuspecting, on the couch."
She does not take me seriously. I do not know what to do with her.