Look what I've become
I never in a million years thought that I'd become one of those people who thinks that cats are great and that everything cats do is so cute and funny and aren't they clever, but alas, I have become one of those people.

Yes, I happen to think that on the great cat spectrum of coolness, mine rank pretty high (at least Domino does; Molly ranks high on the pathetic and pitiable scale).

That being said, here is yet another tale of two kitties:

Over the weekend, spring fever was felt throughout the house. It began Saturday morning, when Molly, who is usually quite reserved, went psychotic over the blue plastic ring off the milk jug. Owen and Dom were snoozing away, and I had just gotten up and was making myself breakfast when I heard a high-pitched "Peeeeeeeeeep.... purrrrrrrrrrp..... purrpeepppp" coming from the living room. Thinking that Molly had gotten her leg caught on something or that her life was somehow in danger, I rushed to see what the commotion was. But she was merely tossing the milk ring around on the living room floor and then picking it up in her mouth, crying out to herself in apparent jubliation. This caused Dom to saunter, sleepy-eyed into the living room, as if to say, "What the hell is going on here?"

Later that day, we opened up the windows and the front door because it was so nice out. This excited both cats, who have forgotten the sounds and sights of the outside world over the winter. (Neither of them are allowed outside.) Dom perched himself in the kitchen window, which overlooks the front porch, while Molly gazed out the front door. The two of them marveled at... each other. Dom looked out the window at the front door and Molly looked out the front door at the kitchen window. Both had perfect dumbfounded expressions on their faces, as if they couldn't quite put the pieces together of how the other one was outside and they were not. I thought Dom might bust through the screen to try and get to Molly. The staring contest went on for several minutes while birds flew by, squirrels hopped right under their noses, and traffic passed.

Geniuses they are not, but they sure are entertaining!