So as I type this my brother's cat proceeds to try and discover what a keyboard is... and she's failing miserably. I swear, if she'd stop being such a punk maybe she could have found out about five minutes ago and went about her business. Instead she continues to walk around trying to find a way to sniff it without me seeing her. My own kitten, on the other hand, falls asleep in the middle of stalking something. Now I've got this tiny black thing laying in the middle of my floor. Freakin cats smh...