Screw you! (Meow)

I think this is something like how this morning went:

Mr. Scarlett: Get away from my kibble, bitch!

Mojo: Look, the humans went boozin' again last night and I'm hongry. Just a coupla' those little X's..

Mr. Scarlett: Oh hell no!

(here much scrapping, over various surfaces in the kitchen, ensues)

Those dumb cats. They've been very feisty with each other lately. In fact, this is something like the third time I've been awoken by one of their scuffles this week.

I can't blame them too much, as a certain chihuahua/dachsund mix puppy we've been taking care of the past few days has quickly become the bane of everyone else's existence. The other pets are frantic at the thought we might be keeping him, and the level of tension in the household is all but intolerable. His name is Moses, but it ought to be Satanic Hyper Rat-Boy. He has enough energy for a Great Dane, just in a very concentrated (and frankly hideous) package. Those girls in Hollywood must be sedating their little dogs before they carry them around like purses.