It's really difficult to get garlic butter off of a cat.

Willem spilled it all over his entire right side when he knocked a pizza plate off the coffee table. Butter doesn't just wipe off; he's all greasy. He hates water, and therefore will not tolerate a bath, and he also seems hellbent on getting butter all over the damn apartment... And now he's tough to catch because he's really fucking slippery. Maybe I can trap him in the bathroom. He likes to roll around in the (empty) bathtub.

Both of the cats have been all sorts of crazy lately. One of them stole the bathroom rug while I was in the shower yesterday. I found it in the living room, upside down, with both cats on top of it. Then Willem woke me up this morning by kneading my ass like it was bread dough. He does that a lot- the kneading part, not the butt-massage. And then there's their new favourite game; Lola's been sleeping under the covers with me and Willem creeps up and attacks her through the blankets. I don't know how he knows she's under there, but he does it every time. He curled up under a blanket while I was reading today, and Lola tackled him. Good for her.

Cats are weird, but they make for entertaining company.