evening

The cats have taken to hiding under the bed at bedtime in order to avoid being slung out of the bedroom. Unfortunately for them, they are unable to resist the lure of the feathery stick - I only have to open the drawer in which it is stored and they appear, at which point they get evicted with a 'goddamn I fell for it AGAIN' expression on their faces.

Further oppressed by the catriarchy

We've settled on a compromise - they can come into the bedroom after 6.30am. This morning a squabble broke out about who got to go under the covers first and they started fighting next to my head. I got kicked in the face.

The whole point of cats rather than men is that that sort of thing isn't supposed to happen any more.

Oppressed by the catriarchy

Actually, nothing in particular has happened. They're even behaving at night. I just had to use the pun in the title as soon as I thought of it.