on presents

*yawn* Kitties woke me at 7 AM, a couple hours before I had to be up - they'd somehow gotten into a bag of Christmas ribbons and bows, and Anna was coming and depositing bows on my chest. Christmas ribbons are surprisingly loud when pushed into your face by an eager kitty. After the second or third one I staggered out of bed to find the bag and stash it in the closet where I thought it had been all along (how they found it now, months later, is one of those feline mysteries.) I should consider myself lucky that they weren't just eating the bows (Anna especially loves eating shiny things and plastic. We have to be very careful about not leaving plastic bags around because she will, given the chance, tear them up and devour them. Unsurprisingly her digestive track does not appreciate such avant garde gourmet.)

...Also am lucky that we don't have mice. Or tarantulas. Because I suspect Anna would want to share those spoils with me as well, and that would be a much less adorable way to wake up.

In mostly unrelated news, in the pre-cat morning I was dreaming that I was reading/playing Homestuck. It actually made significantly more sense...