And then they raided the fridge for French bread pizzas and pudding pops

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Cosmic Catnip Soap Bubbles: the best entertainment that $2.75 can buy. Not much in the "bubble" department (those of you who were at Arisia '08 on Saturday night, they're about like that, only marginally better in terms of cohesion), but try telling the cats that. All evening it's been five minutes of alternating between eying the spherical terrors warily and attacking them bloodthirstily with battle cries and extended claws, following by a half-hour of growling and licking the carpet. Almost makes me forgive Sunny for deciding that the bathroom is a suitable place to urinate since it's where the Hairless Apes What Feeds Them go, only since we keep the bathroom door closed, the door is as far as she gets.

This is our Saturday night, ladies and gentlemen. Look at us go.