Goten is still racing around the house. Like he's trying to remember something very important he must do. Or else, like he lost something. (Probably one of my socks, that's he's confiscated)
PsychoChrissy is sitting on my bed. Everytime he races by, she looks at him with a look that says, "hate you, hate you, hate you, HATE YOU!"
Remy is sleeping on my pillow as if to say, "I'm just waiting out the storm."
Remy is becoming one of my favorite cats. He's so mellow.