At 1 pm, I was awakened by a grey beast pouncing on me and thrashing about on the bed. I roll over, open my eyes and see that Ronin has both the cat nip toys on the bed with him. I wonder how he got them, because we don’t leave them down for them to play with all the time. I ask the cat, who can’t answer anyway, “Did your daddy give you these toys?” Lin walks into the bedroom and assures me that he did not.

We both move toward the living room, and as I turn the corner, I am greeted by a black beast at eye level sitting on top of the large speaker by the TV … the very same large speaker where the aforementioned toys are usually stored. She rubs against my face, and of course, takes on the appearance of the Cutest Kitten on the Planet to save herself from any punishment that may be headed her way. It works, as it always does, and she is whisked off to the snuggly warm bed for kitty cuddles.

I knew one of them had been up on the TV and speakers. I’d seen paw prints in the dust the last time I dusted up there. I thought it had been Ronin. I also knew one of them had been up there, because occasionally I would find the catnip toys on the floor when I knew full well I had picked them up the night before. Once again, I blamed Ronin, because he loves them more than Myu does. All along, it has apparently been Myu knocking the toys down for her brother. The Terrible Two have teamwork down to an art form.

The really funny thing is they wouldn’t have gotten busted this time either had Ronin not been so keen to play fetch and brought the toys to me. Yes, Ronin plays fetch. We’d tried for years to get Fuzza to bring toys back so we could throw them again, but he never wanted to do that. Ronin loves it. Brings them right back for more tossing and chasing. While I had always imagined this would be a cute and useful talent in a cat, my opinion has changed now we have one that does so. It can get a little annoying when you are doing something, say knitting, and every five seconds there’s a grey fuzzball sitting at your feet with a toy in his mouth waiting impatiently for you to play with him.

In other news, Lin’s cold is almost over, but I am at the stage where I can’t believe the amount of snot I am blowing out of my nose. Just … really … gross. Doesn’t help my mood any that the weather is grey and dreary either. I think I’ll grab some tissues and head back to bed after thoroughly medicating myself. Hopefully my cold will follow the same path as Lin’s and tomorrow I will be feeling a whole lot better and blowing my nose a WHOLE lot less often.