My head hurts...I should not be sitting here staring at my computer. I am pumped up on caffiene and pretty bored so what am I to do.

Came home to a house with yarn twisted and turned about the table, chairs and futons and a ball of yarn sitting in a pot on the stove....were the cats trying to decorate the house for an early party and were they planning on serving warmed up yarn or are they just naughty evil bastards who jumped from the stove to the top of the fridge in order to make a mess?

I'm thinking it's the mess part.