So apparently my cat, the baby one who never hurts anything, is now a professional bird hunter and is compiling his kills in our living room. This is more than a little bit aggravating to me... He doesn't even eat them, he just catches them, kills them, and hoards him... Males are universally violent it seems... ahhh. I'm also in a bit of a slump.. boy related. Haven't been drawing. I just don't really want to do any thinking... My mind is dangerous and keeps hurting me -.-