Ah furballs..... natures' way of saying it's time to brush the cat.....

One of my kittens (the evil black one) pulled one of my fathers' shoes from under the sideboard, carefully crapped in the heel and pushed it back under a different sideboard...... Father was less than amused at this.....

So far Max and Amber are yet to present me with anything other than furballs, although there is a toy spider web that will never support a spider again...

Ceramen used to eat spiders, but he'd only ever manage half of them. You'd hear a scuffle in the night, come downstairs to see and find a small white cat sitting in the middle of the living room, with a couple of pairs of legs still hanging from his mouth, like a kid caught eating spaghetti.

LTS