Catching the moon

Kadi is an idiot. Real, bona-fide Short Bus on wheels that were shot off, I tell ya.

The bitch stays up all fucking night, keeping Mommy and me awake till all hours. Nights are just not pleasant here -- I mean, I sprawl out on "my" side of the bed, only for Mommy to displace me because she thinks it's "her" side (don't worry -- I nudge her into the middle of the bed incrementally during the night, so she has to trip to get over me in the morning!). But then Kadi refuses to take a long nap with us. Oh, no, she decides to run around the house, knocking shit over, playing with plastic bags she finds and otherwise rips the house apart.

But her favorite nocturnal activity is to sit on the windowsill in the bedroom. She looks out at the moon and decides she wants to jump for it. So she screws up her strength, takes one big flying leap, and goes splat straight into the window. Repeatedly. I'm not kidding -- she's nuts!

It's almost like a "Bugs Bunny" cartoon -- it's like I can see the stars and Tweety Birds flying around her empty little noggin every time she hits the glass. And the thing is, we live in an apartment with crappy, flimsy apartment windows. One of these days, she's gonna go headfirst into the window, and both she and the window are going to go plummeting into the street!

And I can't WAIT for that day to come! But in the meantime, it's really fucking annoying to have to listen to her headbanging against the glass all night!