Don't Expect a Valentine From This Feline

This damn cat Hallie, she got all excited about Valentine's Day and peaked too early. By "excited" I mean that she ran around all last night and the night before knocking over things, and by "things" I mean mugs, and by "knocking over" I mean barnstorming into them in a berserk befitting of chimera all juiced up on steroids.

So now Nick's "Word Cup" mug is shattered, and Hallie doesn't care, because she doesn't use it anyway -- she drinks out of a damn bowl all day. Everything that Hallie doesn't use is a target. Mug: destroyed. Guitar strings: stripped. Christmas presents: opened. And torn up. Hearts: broken.

Happy Valentine's Day, you filthy animal.