That is, why Ginny and Avocado were just chasing each other and I had to put Ginny in the wardrobe. They were behaving perfectly (ie, sleeping) until I woke up at 5am to pee. Appparently, that’s the signal for them to behave like crazy cats. Note to self: stumble to bathroom in the dark next time.

While sleeping, however, I had a horrible dream. I was at my mom’s with them (and taking my sister’s cat, Chester, because she was going overseas and couldn’t take him for some reason), and I couldn’t find Avocado. Finally, late in the evening, he came back… with his entire face painted. But it was really bad, as whoever painted his face blocked his nostrils and painted his mouth so that it couldn’t open (eyes too). I managed to pry open his mouth so he didn’t suffocate just in time, but couldn’t do anything else about the other stuff.

We knew it was our crazy neighbors’ doing, and my sister was telling me to get the cats out of here as soon as possible because of them (due to Avocado not going outside, it was only likely that they took him from our [really nonexistent] porch). I was supposed to move in three months, so she told me to just find a long-term foster parent for them (and I, of course, was crying because of what happened to Avocado and I didn’t want to part with any of the cats).

We tried going to the vet to get the paint removed, but as we opened the door, a zombie child came upon us, so we had to stay inside. And then the dream rapidly progressed into a Resident Evil, complete with Milla Jovovich.

Oh yeah, and there was a part about me having no money. Surprised?

I don’t know where the zombies came from, but as for the rest of it… well, I’m constantly worried about my cats. But really! A painted face?

Anyway. Then I woke up, and went back to sleep, and now I’m awake again. Oh, and sometime in the night, Avocado found another one of the lattice balls. That means only one is missing now.

Ginny just went back into the wardrobe because they’re still running around. But, for what it’s worth, they did come up with a “neutral space”: under my bed. If only it could be on my bed instead. But as soon as one goes under it, the other stops chasing (and in fact usually both will go under and just hang out) but as soon as the first reemerges, it all starts again. Usually Ginny’s sitting right next to the bed waiting to pounce on Avocado.