Chopper (one of the cats) was sleeping in the recliner while Mark and I were doing stuff on our laptops on the couch. Chopper started snoring loudly, so I tossed a couple of wadded up Kleenex in his direction to wake him up a little so he'd stop.

He doesn't budge. He keeps snoring.

Mark turns on a Barry Manilow song, and one of Chopper's eyes immediately pops open to give Mark the special Evil Death Glare.

lmao.