Feline shennanigans

Last night I was spending a many an hour into the late evening playing Xbox Live with my friend Corey. Moments of fun were being shared as we booted into Call of Duty: World At War and shot up the Axis powers and Nazi zombies, but as my wife was in slumber I heard a loud crash from downstairs. Unsure as to what had just transpired I put Corey down to travel to the first floor. What I saw in front of me was a broken vase and a disappointed spouse.

Apparently our demon spawn of a cat decided he didn't care much for the vase and made it known by knocking it off the end table and onto the tile floor, shattering it into untold amounts of pieces. It was either that or the cat thought an Italian wedding was taking place, or he's just clumsy as hell. Nah. The cat wants us and our homestead in complete havoc and he carried out part of his plan right as I'm gaming with my friend and my wife's sound asleep.

The other day the wife asked me if I'm truly happy we purchased this cat, even though it makes an awful mess, bites everything and everyone, and is opposed to the idea of us getting any rest. I of course conceded that the cat is cute and I'm happy with our addition. I guess it's a good training for when we have kids.

"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a purpose." - Garrison Keillor