I’ve been doing some cleaning around the living room, and I realized Kitty wasn’t in her tent under the futon (yes, we make lots of tents for Kitty to play in; we’re lame like that). So I went to find her and she was perched on Ian’s dresser staring intently out the window, her tail twitching wildly. That particular window overlooks our backyard and the alley that runs from Dewey to 15th. There’s a rabbit sitting in the alley eating clover, and that’s what was consuming all of Kitty’s attention. I bet she didn’t see many rabbits in Terre Haute because we lived in places without much in the way of yards or coverage, so she’s pretty excited. I bet that’ll keep her occupied for as long as the rabbit’s out there.

Speaking of Kitty, it’s time for another Sleep Assassin comic. I’ve heard cats have a lot of intuition, and I’m guessing they’ve got that same intuition for waking people up as annoyingly as possible. Just ask Kitty: she woke me up about five times last night. So here’s what I figure a lesson on becoming a Sleep Assassin would look like: