From A Couple Days Ago

There was an absolutely dreadful shriek from the computer room, and I arrived to find poor little Cyrrie back into a corner by Nubia, paws flying in all directions. I stamped my foot and Nubia never missed a beat, doing a quick u-turn and waltzing just far enough away to begin a who, me? washing session. I can be so mad at her one minute, and the next she has me laughing out loud. (Cyrrie wants you to know, he didn't think it was funny.)