Me and my cat have, since the 25'th, been busying ourselves with epic things like how to kill things within 90 seconds. She, the oddball that she is, decided that the best way to win, or to break, or to die, was by biting my hands, wrist, arm, foot, leg and throat. My right thumb was the most appreciated part of my anatomy.
Other than abusing me, she slept on my lap, on my arm, beside me on the bed, stretched across my knees, and between my legs. She also glared me to death every time I squeaked, swore, and moved.
Now, after considering the punishments she likes to deal out, I gave her a ball.
She has officially become laughingstock for th