Absurdomantic.

Theme Song: Carl Orff - In trutina (Carmina Burana)

Hm. Strange mood today.

I've got a riddle for you. What's roughly the size and texture of 10 chinchillas, eats metal, and has the mental acuity and frenetic energy of a tankful of freshly-caught bait crickets?

Why, that would be my cat Jesper last night from 12 - 3 AM, romping egregiously (although Steven slept through the ordeal... Traitor.). By about 1 AM, I was having glorious, naughty visions of seizing him by the scruff of his neck (Jesper, not Steven), carrying him ineffectually kicking and swiping to a field of summer flowers under a cloudless blue sky, and lobbing him as high and far as my strength would allow. Surely not as far as I'd like, accounting for the wind resistance his copious fuzz would cause, thus shaving might be a delightful addition to his punishment. I imagined myself shading my eyes from the sun as I tracked the arc he would describe as he soared through the air... Ahhh. Then I started thinking about trebuchets and knew I'd gone too far.

I'm really sleepy today and I forgot my lunch. Hrmf.