Tales with tails...

I feel like a babysitter of the animals.
My mom's at the dentist, Nate is at school, so it's me, a beagle and my kitty.
Tink chose to have a hairball in my room this morning. Meaning she's ticked off (she normally does this on purpose). And that's either because I was gone last night or my room's a wreck, or a combination of the two. So she's trying to cuddle up with me because I'm mad and letting her know it.
Snoopy is just being Snoopy...cute. And following me.
Every time I give one attention, the other gets really ticked off. Pet Tink, get puppy eyes and five more minutes of being followed by Snoopy. Pet Snoopy, get the most evil of all evil glares from Tink and she'll most likely walk away.
Then I need to scold Snoopy for following Tink and sticking his nose either up her butt or in her face, or tell Tink to tell him off. The one I'm telling off with then proceed to be angered.
Right now, they're each being adorable and sleeping, but when they're both up...goodness. They're a handful.
I missed my little animals.
I'll put a picture up later. =]