The cats who eat lettuce.
The cats who cry when doors are closed, only to turn & walk away when the door is opened.
The cats who try to dig through my sliding glass door because there are leaves blowing around on the deck.
I went to bed thinking, "You know, they've been pretty good with the Christmas tree so far."
And then I woke up this morning, to the tree leaning against the front window & the tree skirt mangled into a pile of red fabric.
Apparently, Wrestlemania was located right under the tree sometime during the night.
On a completely unrelated note, one of my lovely cousins went to see the new Harry Potter movie last night, & this was her reaction:
I love her.