[+] This afternoon, I set my tomato soup and pita/hummus down on my desk and closed the door to my study because I thought it was cat-free. When I came back downstairs and opened the door, I saw a little black cat licking the hummus off of my pita. I tossed the pita (not a fan of consuming cat spit) and just had the soup. Edda came and snuggled with me half an hour later… and she still had garlic breath. Ick!

[+] Said a few minutes ago: “Freya, stop eating my phone jack!!!!” The little demon was chewing on my DSL jack.

Currently, the demonic one is sitting in cat-loaf position before Jon’s nail cross. Could she be undergoing exorcism?