Life with cats can be so... interesting

Cornelius woke me up around 2 a.m., by barfing in my bed. In his defence I have to acknowledge that it merely went on the sheet, not the duvet or pillow.
He did aim at my cell phone with deadly precision, though. (It's still alive)
And I'd really, really like to know why it's always got to be either rugs or my bed. Surely vomiting on tiles or parquet can't be *that* unsatisfactory?!

In other news, I have two more prompts for warm-up exercises, and the Muse was kind enough to gift me with inspiration for both. I'm just not sure which one to start with. Decisions, decisions.
There'll be a Mary Sue in one of them. Maybe I'll leave that one for last...

Fingers are now completely healed. Especially the middle finger was being a complete bastard; I had to keep it wrapped in sticking plaster cum ointment for three days and nights.

I hate my hormones. My boobs are feeling like they might explode any second. Looks good but hurts like shit.

It's FRIDAY!!!!!! *dances*