Soundtrack of the evening
Here: Birds chattering, and SO watching a movie. Keyboard clacking.
Over there: Cat informs that she has not been fed in WEEKS, has not been petted in FOREVER, and that if she doesn't receive a good scratch and a bowl of dinner in the next .00028373 seconds, the fabric of space/time will irrevocably render, and besides that she'll never ever speak to me ever ever again. Ever.
There is no fool like the fool that don't know when to stop.