This morning I woke up to the Two Kitty Chorus. It's not as adorable as it sounds. Stinker assumed his normal position on my desk, by my wall calendar (his "WAKE UP MOM!" instrument of choice is batting the pages of said calendar). That's horribly annoying, but I'm used to it. This morning, his brother (our house guest this week) decided to join the band by bringing a toy with a bell on it next to the desk and shaking it in time with Stinker's page batting. At barely 6am I wasn't thrilled about it, but in retrospect, it was pretty impressive.