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*yaaaaawn*

Exhausted, but the eye-doctor examination went well, and that field-of-vision test is fun! What's less fun is repeatedly assuring a medical professional that no, the right side of my face is not paralyzed, I was born with that crooked smile, it runs in the family, yes I'm sure, yes I had problems with the left side of my face, yes the left side, yes I'm sure it was the left side - not the right, and bla. bla. bla. What happened to crooked smiles being natural and charming? eh? eh?

I bought toys for the kitties, although Murphy is the only one who actually plays with toys. Felix merely likes to take them all out on the middle of the floor and look at them. I can't shake the feeling he's thinking "Mine! Mine! Bwhahahaha."

He's still daft, though. Murphy has been bothering him for hours now, and Felix has been hissing and spitting. I got fed up of saving him and locked teenage cat out of the room and what does Felix do?

Felix: Where's Murphy?
M: "Outside"
Felix: I want Murphy!
M: No you don't.
Felix: I do! I do!
M: "You've been grumbling because he wouldn't leave you alone."
Felix: Murphy! Murphy! Murphy!
M: "Oh for heaven's sake." *opens door*
Felix: Tadaaaaaa!
Murphy: *pounces*
Felix: Maaay, Maaaay save me! *hiss hiss*