Good for you!
We have to go to Wal-mart, as soon as Vlad wakes up so I can get my shoes out of the closet.
I already went to Wal-Mart. I had to get some food for the critters. They were telling me they were starving and showing how pitiful their plight was by calling me ugly names and threatening mayhem if I didn’t get it RIGHT NOW!
Now, of course, they are curled up on the bed...purring, and looking at me as if they had never moved.
*sheesh* They have the ability to make me feel guilty, long after their imagined injury. Go figger.