Meowr. Meowr. Meowr.

Dang Mote is driving me around the bend with his incessant whining this evening. He has food, he has water, he has a clean litter box. What else does he WANT?!? And Jacquenetta has decided her new favorite place to sleep is on top of the dining table. Or the sofa table. Or the bedside table. Or any table where there may be a lamp or other fragile object she can endanger with her hugeness.

*sigh*

I'm putting on jammies and going to bed. Wolves Of The Calla is calling my name.