Dear kitties, (yes, all of you because I haven't caught which one of you three is actually doing it)

I understand that you're hungry in the morning, so am I on occasion, and I understand that you might wish to "get back at me" or some such. However, I'd rather you stuck to biting the toilet paper.

This new thing of playing with my head of the electric toothbrush; yeah, I'm sure it's fun to bat around and see it spin in the dust and dirt and various feline and human hairs that are on the floor. But for goodness sake, stop it.

Love you, mean it,
David

P.S. Herbie, please don't bite my ankle when I'm under the influence of general anesthesia. I'm not trying to ignore you so much as I am trying to find my oxycodone to stop the OMGPAIN in my face. Biting me to get my attention doesn't help.