Thoughts on Cats, and such.

Before I get to talking about cats, I have two things to say. The first, Amy said, "We are watching Robin Hood and eating Jelly Bellies." Its true, we are watching Robin Hood, but I have to say, theres no we about eating Jelly Bellies. That is completely her.

I had one.

And it wasn't even watermelon flavored.

And the second thing I need to say is this: its the first day of February, the best and worst month of the year! Best, because its my birthday month, month of the Percy Jackson movie, month of the winter Olympics, and month that I do Favorite Thing February. Its worst because I'm doing No Facebook February.

Id like to tell you about Favorite Thing February. Each day in this month I put something on the calendar that I really love, for example, on the first its watermelons, on the second its flip flops, and each day I'm going to write something about the amazing thing that is on that day.

Today, though, I'm skipping out because I just happen to have already bombarded you with things about watermelons. So I'll start that up tomorrow.

Hold me to this, Kids.

Ok, So, thoughts on cats.

We Twinsauri have three cats. One is wasting away, one is very energetic and young, and the other is fat and lazy and young.

The first ones name is Ali, tricolor, and she likes to lay on your unmade bed, on the sheets, and cover them with cat hair. She sheds year round. Sometimes I think that she is just going to shed herself away.

The next ones name is Sheba and she is the cutest thing. She doesn't shed very much, but she does have a habit of sitting in front of the sliding glass door, when we've banished her into the cold, and she tries to make eye contact. This is much worse than it sounds. When she manages to lock eyes with you, she will turn her head a bit to the side, and shiver a bit, and then she will give this one desperate meow, that makes you really feel like you're condemning her. And then you start to weigh the possibilities of letting her in, and you start to completely forget that she was drinking out of the toilet, and you start to forgive her for throwing up all over your new carpet. So then you have to open the door, and she comes rushing in, and you get mad at her all over again, because her paws are all muddy, but she knows all your tricks so she quickly skibbles under the bed as soon as she steps in the door.

The third cat is black, and her name is Ebony. It seems to not be common knowledge that Ebony is in fact a word for a black stone, because every keeps on asking us, "Now is the black one Sheba, and the other one Ebony?" And I always want to reply, "No, we're just cool enough to name the black one Dusty Tricolor, and the dusty tricolor one Blackie."

Anywho, Ebony is fat and lazy, and she likes to come over to you when you're on the laptop, and sneekily lay down on top of you're hands, pinning them against the computer, which starts to give you cramps and things, but she is just too pretty to move, and when you finally decide to gently shove her off, she makes a very pitiful drawn out cry of pain, which makes you feel guilty, and try to drag her back onto your lap, which makes her cry out again, and maybe try to nip your finger unaffectionately, and then you really don't know what to do, so you put the computer away and you pick her up as gently as possibly and you go lay her in the most comfortable spot you can think of, which is usually you're unmade bed, and deep down in you're mind you know you are going to have to kick her off later when you get into bed, so you begin to pray that she will get off, and then the thought of cats-reading-minds, pops up, and you begin to apologize.

Its really a terrible cycle.

So all in all, this is just to say, that the Twinsaurus cats, own the Twinsauri.