washing the blood off my hands

Of the non-whiny sort, I promise. Actually it's of the hilarious sort.

So.

We've (by which I mean eleraama and I) decided that it is time for all the cats to just fucking learn to get along, and thus have been keeping our doors open. Thus, Dima has had great fun being aaaaaangrryyyyyy and terrorizing the other cats and/or getting stuck somewhere because there is a cat sitting in her way and whining about it.

Anyway, thus far Leto has mostly stayed in his room, growling and becoming a big angry cat tank whenever Lys or Dima venture in to explore/sleep on Austin's computer chair. So imagine my surprise last night when I heard a lot of growling coming from the hallway and ventured out to see Leto on the floor of the bathroom in front of Dima's litterbox, being an angry cat tank there and cornering her near the toilet. I put myself between the two of them, scritched Dima a little bit (until she bit me, which was like about a second after I touched her), and then scritched a falling-asleep Leto until Dima slunk veeery slowly out of the bathroom, still mowling. magistrate had also stood between Leto and the door, to allow Dima an out. Then we left them alone.

About a half hour later, An IMs me asking what is going down in my room. There is nothing going down in my room, so I take off my headphones and promptly hear Leto growling again, very loudly. So I go to check on the kids again.

Leto is lying in Dima's litterbox.

In. Dima's. Litterbox. He's big enough that he covers almost the entire thing. And he's glaring at her -- she's sitting about a foot away staring at him and mowling. They're at an impasse. Dima has to pee, but there is a gigantic angry cat LYING IN HER LITTERBOX MOOOOOUM.

I just burst out laughing. I mean, if this is Leto's revenge for Dima trapping him in the closet or in the box spring, I'll let him have a few more seconds of it, because it is hilarious.

My laughter brought the rest of the housemates (who were home and/or awake) upstairs to see what was going on, and we all shared a good laugh and then Austin went in and picked Leto's gross self out of the litterbox to bring him into his room again. Leto mowled a bit, and folded himself pathetically in half over Austin's hands, as if to demonstrate how tiresome and terrible and oh-woe-is-hiiiiim that having other cats in the house were. Dima settled herself down in front of the bathroom sink and stared at us like "What? I'm not going to pee while you're all watching me! I'm also not going to thank you."

Cats.


Which means today I cleaned up all the litter that Leto and Dima had spread all the fuck over the floor in his fight to get into the litterbox (I assume? There was a lot of litter on the floor because Dima is messy and never wipes her paws but there wasn't that much) and replaced the litterbox with one that had walls. I was going to do that anyway, but the mess they made made it kind of imperative.

And now that I have related the Saga of Leto's Revenge to y'all, I should actually write some stuff. Also for those of you I owe comments and emails to, I'm hopefully getting to those tonight because I can apparently only have really awesome discussions online when I'm super tired.