Yeah. So. The cats. Irony and I should really stop naming everything ever because naturally we name the cats. And we can't keep the cats. The Father That...uh...Is will not let us keep four (five) cats. Hell, I can't justify adding more animals to our zoo. But...there's Newt and Moose and Stewie and Yet To Be Named One and Two. They just sit there and look all cute and disgruntled and it takes a half hour to round them all up and get them back into the cage because they run and hide under everything in the garage and it's just...so help me, it's cute. But it's okay that it's cute because they're cats and not people. I have to go belittle someone now. Anyone.