Livvy (who I adore but occasionally wish to strangle) has taken to retreating a room or two away and then Meows for me roughly every 5 minutes.

Meow.

Cassy and I are in the office, honey.

Meow. Meow. Meow.

You know where the office is.

Meow. Meow. Meow.

It's the same place it's always been, honey.

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You get the idea. It's almost funny, but I worry about the neighbors if the noise gets too bad.

Actually the meows aren't as bad as the excess energy the kids are having this spring. Livvy is jumping up and bunking her head on the wall -- I've no idea why, and both of them are much more vocal and energetic when they hold their World Federation Wrestling matches. Kids!