I think I'm catching a cold. I'm stuffy, my throat is scratchy, my ears hurt, my body is achy, and I'm tired. My head hurts. I'm cranky. My eyes are itchy. Hubby is being a poop. Or maybe I'm just out of patience. Miss KT called me about a million times yesterday. I don't know why. I'm doing laundry. I need to do dishes. I need to try and pick up the house. I had to break up a raging panther fight in the bathroom...all three of them howling and yowling...and they managed to close the door, trapping themselves. If we had a second bathroom, I'd have left them in there. They explode out the door, and Bud chases them, barking. One panther surfs on a previously neatly stacked pile of newspapers. Another one leaps on top of the bedroom door via my dresser, knocking my purse over. The third climbs Miss KT's mattress, that is leaning up against the wall, and glares at me. Someone with a really loud voice tossed a phone book on the porch. Buddy charges the door, barking and pawing at it. Then he sees a panther to chase...and the paper surfing is on. I'm watching Man v. Food, and he had a cinnamon roll as big as your head. Now he's eating a giant pancake. Yum. And Miss KT called again...for the third time today. Sigh.