Last night Portia decided to give me a bad time by staying out until two o'clock in the morning, then having half an hour of cat lunacy when she came back in. There was much running and leaping, and upholstery was shredded and various items knocked over. Then she curled up next to me and purred herself to sleep. The moon wasn't even full. Cats.
Speaking of which: Simon's Cat (it's been around for a couple of years but I only just found it.)
And this one says "Good morning, Vicki."
