In a bored sort of mood now. Hrm. The song Life Is Worth Fighting For is still stuck in my head. Somebody help me! Ooh. Jars Of Clay's Worlds Apart now playing on Windows Media Player. Much better. =)

Richie must think that the people in HIS household are all fools. I've a feeling he sees himself as the chief pest exterminator, and Squee as a new breed of pest that he's unfamiliar with, but intent on exterminating one day. He must be careful and bide his time. And humans are stupid creatures. Squawking non-stop and flailing arms with dismay whenever he tries to get as close as possible to observe how dangerous this pest is. What an utter disturbance his subordinates are. He's hissed menacingly many a time at Squee, and when I carry him to give Squee a little more freedom to romp about in safety, he yowls like a child in great distress. Urgh. Did I mention that he's capable of giving what seems to be an extremely evil eye? But Richie's still very unsure of his strength over the little one... *grin* Squee was running and prancing about, and happened to prance rather hyperactively towards his direction, making it seem as though he was gonna attack Richie, and Richie jumped backwards. It's really quite funny to observe the two, but for the risk involved. Sigh.

Ooh, and I needed to give the toilet a good wash, thought it'd be a good move to lock Squee in the pet carrier whilst I cleaned up the place. But nooooo... For such a small guy, Squee can throw a tantrum that even unnerves an 8 year old cat like Richie. The little one started off by mewing in protest when he realised the metal grills stood between him and the world. Then he went on to trying to dig/push/bite/squeeze his way out. No go. That was when he began screeching, or caterwauling, more like it, hehe. And when he did, Richie (who was investigating from a distance) folded back his ears and his tail got all fluffed up in agitation. (I always like to see his tail, which is already fatter than the average cat's tail, fluffed up. So cute!) Anyway, Squee won and had the liberty of watching me give his living quarters a good scrubbing from the outside...

Cats. Love 'em or hate 'em. Bah.