First, I am in the midst of writing a full on blog-posty article thingy. I have always loved writing, but I'm pretty sure I suck at it. I guess there's no way to know for sure unless I put something out there. I'm planning on it being about my experience working in heavily male-dominated fields, and how the advice commonly found on the Internet is shitty. We'll see what happens.

Now on to the cats.

Pictured you will see Nemesis posed with her kill: a brand new bag of Goldfish that my mom bought for me when she was visiting. They were my favorite treat when I was young, so I was planning on saving them for something special. Not pictured are the hundreds of Goldfish cracker pieces that were strewn about my living room and kitchen. I had only left the house for 45 minutes to go to the grocery store. The Goldfish were in a cabinet, which means this is now the second type of child safety locks that have been defeated by my two demonic hellbeasts.

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I locked them in the bedroom while I cleaned up, only to find that they were chewing on the door when I went to let them out. They are now getting the silent treatment, no toys, no playing, and no treats for the rest of the night.

They are fed twice a day, given ample hairball treats that they love, played with, petted, and snuggled daily. These cats want for nothing.

...except to destroy everything I love and cherish.

(The black and white picture is not mine, I got it from the Internet forever ago)