When the Poopus attacks
Apparently the cat attacked Deeps last night when he came to bed.

This is a very, very rare event. Despite the fact that I’m her food bringer and pooper cleaner, she usually attacks me. That’s because – as Deeps likes to say – the cat has me whipped. I guess that’s true – I’m a light sleeper, unlike my husband the dead sleeper. Seriously. This is going to be a huge problem if we have some kids.

The cat uses this knowledge to psychologically torture me at night by making weird distant noises that culminate in me stomping through a dark house threatening her with bodily harm.

Or she tries to sleep on my head. Neither is acceptable. Although we have compromised on the head thing. She can sleep by my side – or under the edge of the pillow as long as I’m not sleeping on it.

Anyway, like any good uhm… American – Deeps blames this latest development on TV. Not only is it destroying our children, it is apparently causing mental damage to our pets.