Right now, I can't sleep, mostly because I can't handle the amount of love my cats are currently showering me with.

Actually, just one of my cats. The other one doesn't care, which is somewhat disheartening, because the one ignoring me is the cat I chose. (My brother and I each got to choose a cat. Now "his" cat loves me and my cat does not.)

The cat in question looks like this, only less festive and more alive. He also likes doughnuts, but only if they're from Tim Horton's.

Anyway, since I got home, he hasn't left my bed or my lap.We talked about it I yelled at him at 3am yesterday, but to no avail. I do like cats. A lot. It's just that after 3 months of no cats, a cat sleeping on you 24/7 is kind of like when we were forced to carry those fake babies for health class in high school. At first it was super exciting (OMG I HAD A BABY! LET'S NAME IT BOK CHOI!), but then it cried (BOK CHOI, WHY YOU SO UNHAPPY?) and it got old faster than Katy Perry's latest song (BOK CHOI IS STIR FRY).
Ok, I'm actually starting to get tired, and will try to enjoy some sweet, sweet feline loving.