I just threw the little monsters out, in the rain.
Now all three of us are happy.
The daughter is coming over so I can look at her car, it keeps dying at stoplights. Then I'll be out in the rain with the little fuckers.
These goofy fucking cats are trying to set opposing schedules. One wants out first thing in the morning and the other one wants in.
Whatever, as long as the cat box gets cleaned and they have food and water, they can do whatever the hell they want.