Moses the cat prefers the people bed to his new kitty bed

Today consisted almost entirely of knitting and trying to avoid being within 2 feet of my cat. I've determined that this is the range in which asphyxiation caused by his atrocious breath is avoidable. Beyond the 2 feet, he's cute as a button, but I wouldn't advise going any nearer. It could be lethal.

I also spent a short amount of time trying to convince my mother over the phone that I didn't hate my family just because I wanted this one day to myself. The conversation went something like this:

Me: Hullo..

Mom: Should we come downtown and pick you up on the way to Uncle Cory's? You did get those corn tortillas, right? We're having a Mexican theme...

Me: Uh, I think I'm just gonna stay home today. I don't really feel like...

Mom: Why do you hate us? And now, since you won't be bringing the corn tortillas, I'll have to SHOP ON A SUNDAY! (In Mormonism, shopping on a sunday is one of the worst things you can do, like - worse than murder.)

Me: Err, wull - I never really said for sure that I WAS coming, and that I WOULD bring the corn tortillas. If you want me to, I'll go buy the tortillas so you don't have to, and then you can come pick them up on your way and that way you can avoid the store...

Mom: You hate your family, just admit it.

Me: Err, uh, no that's not it. I just don't feel like, I mean, I do attend family stuff several times a month, just taking one night off won't...

Mom: Here, talk to your sister - SHE'LL be very disappointed if you don't come with us.

Sister: ...Uh, hullo. What's going on? You don't want to go? Uh, ok - whatever.