Cats and FSM

Tonight, as many nights in the last few weeks, I came home to a mess... cupboards doors all open, stuff fallen off the counter and tables, clothing once on hangers now on the floor, cat food bowls seriously empty. My cats, after much interrogation, maintain innocence... I have come to the very valid conclusion that my cats would never do such "bad" things--they are far too tired for starters and and their non-rest periods are used for grooming (especially in Calvin's case). The only other possible explaination would be the Flying Spaghetti Monster (or the "Flyin' M'segtti Monster" as we refer to him around here because Vinnie seems to like and respond to alliteration).

Yes, the FSM does come by here every third Tuesday of the month and the occasional Wednesday to taunt kitties and get them into trouble... but apparently with the holiday, the FSM is visiting on an altered schedule. Interestingly, when I ask Vinnie if it was the FSM that came in here and ate all his kibble and opened all the cupboard doors, he looks leerily at the ceiling fan. Jake did as well tonight. This startling new fact leads me to believe that the FSM enters via a ceiling fan system... and finally explains why Vinnie is so terrified of the fans, and why Jake seems to suddenly be skeptical.

Well, folks, it was either the cats and FSM or the Newsweek article I read on the Clusterfuck to the Whitehouse... I do love Jon Stewart's title for this upcoming election... and well, while I thought the article was worthwhile and interesting, it required too much thinking on my part tonight.

Next up: Saturday's vet visit... all four boys getting vaccinated and checked out. As the woman at the office said: It will be an adventure. I hope I survive.