Too much excitement

Bob called me when he got home this afternoon and said he'd been covered in cats ever since he got home. Dinah for awhile, then Pyewacket, then Dinah again, then both of them at once . . .

Dinah is hilarious when she wants some cuddling. It's very obvious, she kind of stalks around and cries at you, demanding to be held. And the funniest thing is that if you're doing something else, she'll wait. And she'll wait quite awhile. You just tell you, "Okay, just a second, just wait a minute," and she'll get up on the arm of the chair while you change your clothes, or brush your teeth, or clean up the kitchen, or whatever.

Then you come in, sit down, and say, "Okay, Dinah," and she'll jump up on you and curl up and roll around. Cuddle time.

When I came home and sat down at table to eat dinner, I saw that someone had thrown up in the dining room, and, as it turns out, in two places. I don't know which one it was, but I figure it was just too much excitement, with Bob coming home and everything.