![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/shakespeares_sister/cats/matilda14.png)
"Seriously—please don't throw out my pizza box!"
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/shakespeares_sister/cats/olivia14.png)
"OMGOMGOMGOMG! There's a fucking bird out there! ROCK!"
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/shakespeares_sister/cats/matilda15.png)
Matilda brings her favorite toy, "The Brain," to me to throw for her. It's
fitting her eyes make her look zombiefied—and, yes, her tongue is hanging out.
![](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v642/shakespeares_sister/cats/olivia15.png)
Olivia rushes frantically from one side of the window to the other, as a
sparrow hops back and forth across the front porch railing, taunting her.
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