Cats are slime. Little cat this morning woke me up by knocking over books and a fan, as above. I’m sure she thought she was awesome.
Below is a rendering of cat violence at its worst, chez Ruttan. The large cat, Mr. Boggedy, thwacks with his eyes closed, which is a little ineffectual. But he’s always very relaxed, until he runs away. Nora, on the left, usually starts things. Ms. Boggedy likes seeing other cats get thwacked.
Random pencil drawing of cat (Mr. B) and plant.