I've been having a bit of a problem with Stewart lately. Not that he keeps being, you know, STEWART, but that he has decided that my headphones for the iPod are HIS to EAT. And he is insane, I mean, INSANE over them. I can't hide them well enough. He knows where they are, OH YES, he does. And since I've been barricading them in my nightstand drawer, he has been waging all out war.
"What dis?" he says. "A closed door? I must OPEN!" So he claws the drawer to find his beloved headphones, and when that doesn't work, he methodically knocks everything off the nightstand, so as to seek SWEET REVENGE upon me.
Why don't I have goldfish? The world may never know.
So anyway, I've been locking him out of the bedroom at night, which produces a cacophony of slamming against the door and SCREECHING that makes it difficult to sleep, to say the least. So I relent, usually around 5 AM, so as to get even a single solitary moment of sleep. Stewie takes this opportunity to hop on my head and use it as a launching pad to get to the stuff on the nightstand.
Yes, I'm quite well-rested, thank you for asking.
So anyway, this morning I blearily hunted for my glasses, as to be able to see more than three inches away from my face, and found this:
Anyone want a slighty used cat? Because I HAVE HAD IT.