The cat has decided he's the princess of the house.
Princess does not want me around, or my mother for that matter, and lets us know this by biting and snapping at any human within five feet, and running up to attack our calves as we walk away.
Now THAT's the Booger I've come to know and love over the years. The one that requires us to wear thick denim in order to prevent injury.
It's good, because I can be sneeze-free for a while. Bad, because I've lost my companion for the day.
(Oh, and I decided on an early lunch. It involved cake. Say no more. I'll be making healthy chicken, red pepper, and mushroom pasta for dinner.)