Jenny has now 100% embraced her power over me, and she's getting better at manipulating me every day. She knows that all she has to do is meow and I'm going to do whatever she is wants. Give you a treat? Okay. Get your ball from under the couch? Okay. Rub your belly? Okay.

Here she is after she meowed at me to come fix her bed. The pad inside was flipped up and she wanted it put back down...

As I think I've mentioned, I don't trim my cats' claws. They don't really scratch anything up and are perfectly capable of maintaining their claws themselves...

Though every once in a while Jake really gets aggressive about it, and that makes me wonder if maybe I should face certain death by attempting to use clippers on them...

As the weather gets colder and colder I am more and more happy that I bought some warming pads to keep Jake and Jenny comfy. They sure do love them.

"You know, there are two of them, guys. You don't have to share."

"I SAID THAT YOU EACH HAVE ONE SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHARE!"

They've spent ten minutes waiting for the other one to move. Eventually the dinner alarm rang and they left at the same time.

I guess that the only thing cats love more than warmth is food.