11... great

You know, I'm sort of glad the kids aren't here. I can just imagine what they'd come up with.

Lestat, your cat is chewing on a pen. After he drew some kind of weird-assed thing on the floor.

Don't expect me to clean up after it either.

[ooc; Hellcat strikes again, this time drew some sort of squiggly thing that attacked Cloud. There's ink all over the place from Cloud slashing it to little inky remains while the cat snickered at him.]