cats make everything better, right? RIGHT?

first of all, i DO NOT want to talk about the giants. i am not above deleting comments from eagles fans, just so you know. this is a very sore subject and it would be like making fun of my dead cat, which - i say this for the benefit of eagles fans, who are known not to have normal human emotions - would be MEAN and you SHOULD NOT DO it.

the afternoon could not have been worse. i mean, the game itself: a complete and utter disaster, like stabbing myself in the eyes repeatedly. we totally imploded, it was horrible, and i know that. but even WORSE. oh my god, even worse was that i inadvertently ended up watching the game AT AN EAGLES BAR. where i was literally one of about 6 people, out of maybe 500, wearing a giants jersey. and, AND, i was supposed to have watched it at a GIANTS bar, surrounded by other giants fans. except i was supposed to do this with Stretch, and he got stuck in baltimore overnight, and blah blah blah ended up meeting another friend and OOPSIE hey it's an eagles bar.

i hate eagles fans under the best of circumstances. when they're in freaking packs like this, though, and drunk, and have just routed the giants? OH MY GOD. i was pushed, taunted, tripped, and had beer "spilled" on me. one guy stationed himself right next to me so that he could yell "F*CK THE GIANTS" into my ear over and over and over and over again, until after about a minute i finally turned around and said that i knew eagles fans weren't known for their intelligence, but really, hadn't he got anything better? he continued mouthing off, but at least stopped the chanting directly into ear.

another guy was yelling again and again at my back about how pathetic the giants were, and what a stupid b*tch i was for coming to that bar, so i finally turned around and addressed him:

me: would you mind hitting me? because i *really* want to punch you right now and would love the excuse to do so.
him: i'm a gentleman! i would never hit a woman. ....although, i wouldn't have any problem pouring this beer on you.
me: you know what? go ahead, because i would still punch you in the f*cking face if you did that.

alas, he did not hit me OR pour his beer on me, but he did walk away. i am never going to that bar ever again, for any reason, regardless of whether it's even football season. HATE.

so, shall we talk about cats instead, which are fuzzy and loveable and NOT EAGLES FANS? yes. let's.

oliver is obsessed with this one roll of sparkly red string i have from wrapping christmas presents, and has managed to extricate it from anywhere i stash it to keep it out of his hands paws: from out of the box with christmas wrapping stuff; from out of a drawer; from out of a cabinet. i keep my xmas stuff in my storage room down the hall, and hadn't gotten around to putting it away yet, so the box of crap has been sitting in my dining room. and oliver has been sitting on the box like 14 hours a day.

last night, i put the sparkly red string in there for good, and taped up the top of the box so that oliver couldn't get into it any more. then i went to bed, making the rookie mistake of thinking oliver would realize he couldn't get the box open any more due to the tape, and go on his merry way.

HA. cut to 6:45am, when i am awakened by the sound of what is very clearly oliver RIPPING THROUGH the box in his frenzy to get at the red string. i decided to ignore it. it got worse. i finally got up and went into the dining room, expecting to see... well, i don't know what, but it wasn't this:

this cat needs a hobby.

bella, begging for attention. she's a bit of an attention whore and was bothered by the fact that i was taking pictures and not including her.