Because feral is more fun

Yesterday I went totally feral on both Mom and Fatty. Mom was trying to do laundry, and I attacked one of her sweatshirts. We played tug-of-war with it for a while, with me howling and hissing when she got it away from me. I was just trying to have fun.

Then I chased Fatty Catty all the way through the house and down the stairs, prompting the skinny dork guy to threaten me. I forsee a meeting between Mom's cast iron skillet and his grill. Well, not really. She's actually going to put me back on Prozac.

I'm gearing up for the big 6/6/06 party tomorrow, so I'm doing my best Devil Cat impersonation. Rowrrrrrr hissss phhhttt!