Ever get the feeling that cats really are plotting to take over the world, and that they are in no way amused by humans?  I have two, pictured.  At times I feel like I am living with two velociraptors, and that my survival hinges on the constant renewal of fresh food and water in the kitty bowls.  The one in the middle can open closed doors if the handle is just loose enough.  A few days ago I was sitting on the couch and she landed right behind me from the ceiling beams where she had been perched… preying on me like a sheep in the field.  Then again, she also likes to lick the countertops after I spray them down with bleach, so it’s hard to tell exactly what’s going on in her head.  The other cat seems to be more passive.  She runs into panes of glass if you shine a laser beam through to the other side.  Sweet cat, just no evil genius.  (Or maybe she’s smart enough to hide her evil doings?)  She is however out of this world needy, and does an excellent job escorting people in and out of the bathroom.  She can do backflips.

Cats are weird.