So,breakfast started w/ him jumping to the middle of the kitchen table (cats aren't allowed on said table. ^o) ) where he proceeded to look at all of us...then throw up in the middle of the place mats.
Then he stole a pipette that we were using for a craft project. Chased him all over the house to get it back
Then, we had someone ring the doorbell...I managed to squeeze out the front door--and turned into halloween cat. I tried to scoop him back inside...yeah, I drew back a bloody stump. I have wounds ALL OVER m one hand. puncture suckers taht hurt. Its impressive.
And then he decided he had pushed to far. So he decided to be good. He played the clown to an upset kid (jumping up and down from the cabinet, batting around toys, etc), cuddled nicely on my lap, and slept on the Mr's pillow nicely all night. Maybe we'll keep the wee evil bastard