I still love the cats, although...

Right. My roommate's cat has spent the better part of the morning clawing at a box, clawing at my chair, clawing at the wall, clawing at the side of the bed... First of all, he needs a scratching post or something. Second, I'm lacking sleep (and therefore moderation of temper). And being awoken by something that sounds like a large rat scratching at the side of the bed (which, for the record, is an experience I hope never to have) is disturbing. Especially when the scratching continues for hours on end and goes all around the room. For. Hours. Grrrr.

Also, I'm considering making this thing friends-only.

And am now going to class.