My mom just came into my room and sat down behind me. She's just sitting there watching me with my cat. Oh wait, my brother came in too. Now they're talking about tennis. Behind me. In my room. Interesting. Now they're making cat noises and speaking of karate cats because my brother apparently got attacked by one. I wish my cat knew karate. Then we could go into mortal combat twice a day. But all she does is follow me around at night. Like a ninja. Oh well, ninja cats are better than none at all, even if she doesn't know karate.