Okay, I get home last night about 12:30 a.m. after working some Overtime. We have a new addition to the family as of yesterday, Sarah got an early birthday present in the form of a new calico kitty that she named Willow. I am unwinding a little when about 2:00 a.m. Sarah comes out and announces to me that she can't sleep because Grandmother's cats next door have been out drinking and are evidently having a carioke event of some sort outside her window, so she wants to sleep in my bed. FINE. Sarah also askes for me to watch her kitty for her. I figure it will be nice to have the little fur ball curled up on me so I go sleep on Sarah's bed. Forget that I just said the word sleep because that little thing is everywhere, As Spock would put it, it is pure energy. The little fart kept trying to climb up the inside of my shorts, and I might point out that kitty claws are really sharp. and the final member of this conspiracy? Tigger. At the moment we are keeping them apart and just letting smells sort of introduce. Tigger is outside Sarah's room at the door doing the ocasional "MEOW MEOW MEW" trying to talk to whatever it is she smells in there. I'm tired. Wanna kill these ads? We can help!