Cats in Washington

So, here we are again in Washington. My hands are tired from knitting--I'm almost done with the second sock in the pair I'm doing for my sister-in-law. Yay!

Jason's cat, Dude, is not the brightest kitty in the world, to say the least. He eats many things that he should not eat, such as styrofoam packing peanuts, plastic bag handles, and broken glass. None of these things seem to affect him. Today's selection is a box, which he sits in, tears with his claws, and bites. He also attempts to eat the cardboard. This is rather sad, because Dude is a beautiful Russian Blue with big green eyes. He looks as though he should be intelligent, as well. Most cats are intelligent. Dude, however, is dumb as a rock. He attempts to make up for this by being adorable and far braver than Jason's other cat, Wookie, who is big and black and fluffy and possessed of eternal hatred for the world. Wookie sits in a closet while strangers inhabit her house and thinks evil, hateful thoughts at them. She also pees on Jason's sleeping bag. This is quite naughty of her and not an appropriate way for her to express her anger and displeasure with Jason's habit of going away for the weekend. Wookie needs to be rehabilitated.

I am tired. My brain is doing random things. I need an antacid. We watched Van Helsing this evening. It was highly entertaining and extremely predictable. I desire both of the main characters' wardrobes.

That is all for the moment. I like toast.