I spent half the weekend Gus-proofing the upstairs, which involved draining a 72 gallon fish tank, putting a back on the stand, running around with stupid wire wraps to go on all the cables, and locking the pissed off cats in a room while we did this.

I came to the conclusion taht cats suck. Also, Gus puked up a rubber band that he managed to find too. Gah. I think that cats are nature's way of challenging us to good housecleaning.

When will Cassie go in for her little operation? I'd come help you move a couch if I was closer! And order takeout food because you wouldn't want me to cook.