In cleaning house this morning, I discovered that an attack was just barely averted some time last night. Apparently the napkins in the napkin basket on the table were staging an uprising, but thankfully one of my fearless felines (who apparently chooses to go nameless, shunning all expressions of gratitude) showed them what for and tore them all into shreds before their plan could come to fruition. Those napkins put up a valiant fight, though. Some of them must have run to pretty great lengths to escape the claws, as they made it all the way into the kitchen before succumbing.