Revenge is a dish best served with cats

The house is now being heated... oh bliss, as I stand in front of the vent. Bliss, bliss, bliss.

Last night, I dared to leave the door to my room open. The cat that pisses all over my stuff has been very conciliatory lately, so I was hoping that perhaps I could get one of the cats as a portable hot water bottle substitute.

All four cats slept on me all night long. My mom says they are "traitors" and is threatening to get rid of them all and get a dog. They all just smile inscrutably in the manner of cats when they hear these threats.

Beloved traitors! Of course, I'm all stiff this morning, because this bed really isn't big enough for so many people.