Yesterday, our two male cats, Buster and Tucker, really went at it. Hissing, clawing, growling, clumps of fur on the kitchen floor, they were all over it. So Buster was put in Kitty Time-Out. (He's easier to contain under the laundry basket than Tucker.) Tucker wanted to make sure Buster stayed in time-out for the appropriate amount of time--smug face and all. Buster was not amused, and vowed vengeance (which sounds an awful lot like he's hungry) once the Time-Out Basket was removed. Too bad cats have the attention span of a hummingbird. Buster promptly forgot about his kitty vengeance after being sprung, choosing instead to clean himself and sleep for the rest of the afternoon. (Have I ever mentioned that I want to come back as a cat in my next life?)
Also: We have snow! Okay, maybe more like flurries--but it's white and soft and started to stick to the ground. Okay, maybe it's just sticking to the pavement. Whatever. Winter is almost upon us.