I was sitting, thinking mildly about how much I hate the Americans. Seriously. In this suburb outside of Chicago are these senior girls. These girls have EVERYTHING!!! They have huge mansions and five car garages and God knows what else, and they entertain themselves by brutally hazing junior girls and beating the shit out of them, and then their parents and the school and the community administration aren't doing anything. Stupid American barbarians.
Anyway, so I was lounging on the couch when I hear this thump. An orange cat fell from upstairs onto our balcony. It was a little shaken, but it was okay, and Mousey went beserk. Luckily, its owner collected it and took it away before Mousey could attack Poe or something. Good ol' Poe. Cats fall out of the sky, into his territory, and he doesn't even get off the couch. I love him.
Mousey is a freak...