Kitties and Shakespeare

Why oh WHY must my cats be sooo frickin' nocturnal?? Schrody got his pin removed yesterday. It must have been bothering him more than I realized because as soon as he got home, he began running circles around the bedroom. He spend the first half of the night attacking an empty water bottle (SUCH a nice crackling sound), then discovered the bottle of Advil in my purse. I finally hit on the idea of earplugs and slept until noon.

In other news, the very clever and loffly kalquessa has created more Shakespearean insult icons, including my very favorite line from King Lear. *loffs her* Check 'em out. Steal a few. (Credit would be appropriate, of course.)