Just had to resolve a howling war at the top of the stairs. It's like having toddlers in the house. They have 5 gazillion cat toys, but Mel had Molly's favorite fuzzy rattly skunk toy in his mouth and wasn't giving it back. Molly was very vocal in her unhappiness. They were right outside the bedroom door and PapaLew is trying to sleep. Said skunk is now here on the desk next to my keyboard.