Very early this morning, I start to hear the objects hitting the floor. The size and composition vary from morning to morning. This morning's sounded plastic. Lots of high, squeaking sounds as whatever it was was scraped along the floor. I put the pillow over my head and
Not long afterward, I gave up and got up. It had started raining and I was tempted to let the cats out with the dogs. They are all hot-to-trot to get out anyway. Kidding. As I stumbled around in the dark, looking for the light, I kicked something. Turns out that Medium (aka Onceslim) had unearthed a plastic container of catnip from gawdknowswhere. There were numerous fang marks on the container, but the lid had stayed on. Amazing!
Before I had my first cup of coffee (this is an important part of the story...) I thought, "Oh, FINE. You want this catnip? You want it? Well, HERE!" Then I proceeded to sprinkle a liberal amount over their scratching wave. Then I had my coffee.
Ten minutes later, I am sitting here listening to howling, mewling, whacking, flipping, drooling, and a variety of indescribable things going on in the living room.
I am, indeed, my own worst enemy.