I love love looooove this little face. Same goes for the sleeping one in the background.

These two have been all over me like a cheap date — TC’s words, not mine — since we returned home.

I can’t take a single step without them at my feet. I can’t sit down without them sprawling out all over me. I can’t take a bite of food without them pawing at my fork. And yoga? Practically impossible. They think down dog is a game. Maybe it is.

They also have suddenly taken to wanting to sleep with us. Except the problem is they don’t sleep. They pretend sleep for about an hour and then they f with every damn thing in sight.

I spent all night being driven crazy by sounds of random shit rolling across the floor. Knocking shit over. We’re talking shit I didn’t even know I had.

When enough had driven us crazy, I’d put them out in the hallway. Back to bed. Only to hear excessive scratching and meowing at the door. Then the sound of them flinging themselves into the door.

What the hell.

Open door back up. Let them in. They pretend to sleep. They knock more shit over. The BF puts them out. More scratching and meowing.

We eventually just gave up and I decided I might as well just get up. To hell with it all.

Tonight they will be locked in the basement. With the cat door barricaded shut.

Anyway, the lesson in all of this: even when shit drives you f-ing crazy, you just gotta give in to it.