OMFG MY CAT IS EITHER THE DEVIL OR ICHABOD CRANE BECAUSE HE DOES NOT LIKE ELECTRONIC THINGS AND WILL APPEARANTLY NOT STOP UNTIL HE'S MURDERED THEM ALL.
This time he bit off the cord to the phone (or specifically: the cord to the station of the cordless), because I guess we've reached the part of this horror movie where the demon cat cuts off the victim - ie me - from the outside world and all opportunities to call for help. Soon the windows will be blackened, the door will be locked and he'll sit upon the coffee table where he isn't allowed and his beautiful blue eyes will turn yellow and he'll laugh, and then bite my head off. It's been nice knowing ya.
He's also puked, twice, and he keeps kidnapping my fuzzy socks/slippers and dragging them to the water bowl (as he does with all regular socks, but he's tended to leave larger footwear alone in the past) and I don't know how many cat tails I pulled as a kid to deserve this cat now but I am very sorry and would like to remind the universe/vengeful cat god in charge that I was very little and didn't know better and just wanted to huggle and squish them.