Damn. It’s 5am. I should be asleep right now, but I’m not because of Megan’s cats. That’s right. Not mine (I don’t have any), but Megan’s. She’s gone to New Orleans for the weekend and I’m baby sitting the cats over at my place. All fine and good except for one small little teeny-weenie thing: GABRIEL IS A CRACKHEAD! He’s taken it into his head to call for Meggie at 5am every night so far (this will be the second night, only one more to go). This combined with other Gabriel psychoses like going to the litter box EVERY 10 MINUTES (no, I’m really not kidding. it really is every 10-15 minutes.) and his wonky habit of jumping up in the bed to rub his wet nose all over my face has kept me awake from about 5am to about 6am every night for the past two nights. I called Meggie and left her a phone message saying “Just thought you’d like to know that I’m going to kill Gabriel. You’ll come back to one kitty, because Gabriel will pay!” So, yeah. I’m awake laughing my butt off at the crack head cat of hers, but Larry’s not online to talk to right now, so it’s not as cool as waking up in the middle of the night usually is.