TTBM: In just two months, more or less, enough dust and grime has settled on the keyboard my sister uses to make it harder for me to use. The only reason I'm using it now is because she thought the keyboard was broken (Thankfully, all I needed to do was restart the computer) and so she had switched over to the computer I typically use.
For a second I was starting to freak out, because if this keyboard actually did break, then our father would bitch out the both of us, even though my sister is the one who uses this computer much more often.
TTBM#2: I saw the kitten, Russell, resting in an open box. I thought it was adorable, and, since he wasn't sleeping, and I had been watching him for a couple of minutes, I eventually slowly reached out to pet him.
As soon as I touched him, he hissed and clawed.
Immediatley after that though, he was fine with being pet, but that was quite a shock, because he's normally fine with people.
Perhaps it's just due to my intense disliking of her, but I'm thinking that has my sister written all over it, considering how much she coddles him, and how little she cares if she's doing something to him that he doesn't like.