Another summer's day

Unfortunately, it's raining. It makes everything decidedly cold which results in me currently wearing warm sweats and a large sweatshirt. No socks though so I have to sit on them. The rains making everyone a bit bored. The bunnies are probably suffering the worse. Always having to sit in their small cages which sometimes are left uncleaned for a day or two too long. The only joys they are offered are yummy yogurt treats and large sticks with bird feed like stuff with flavored coverings, such as wild berry or carrot flavor.
Champ and Kona continue to entertain us in the morning with their never ending wrestling matches. Kona will go for Champ's back leg and gnaw on it like it's a chicken drumstick. Champ will look at her for a bit then try to break free. He'll retaliate with trying to squash her and she'll return with jumping on his back. Soon the kitty will be bigger then the little doggy and will be mushing him. I fear that when Kona gets to her fat cat stage that I will be suffocated. She has a little habit of sleeping right by my face. She seems to ignore the fact that having her fur in my nose might hinder my breathing. She'll only stay with me for about an hour or two before she leaves for the top bunk. She'll return though and wake me up in the process. Sometime it's for the litter box and sometimes it's just to change where she's sleeping. But without fail, no matter how many times she got up in the night and knocked something over, she loves to get me up before seven. It more then likely has something to do with her wanting food. We realized a few days ago that she was being overfed so we went to go and give her the suggested amount. This results in her only being fed in the morning and at night. She'll try to get Champ's food but we usually catch her before she's eaten much of it. Anyway, in her wild search for food, she'll first go to me and hang about for an hour or so before she decides to scale the little gate I set up in one of the doorways in my room. Then she goes to my parent's room. Yeah, my parents have experienced two lovely wake up calls from the dear furball. Once she was walking over my mom's face (but she didn't wake up) and this morning she pounced on my dad's stomach. So know I've been told to get up when the cat does.
But nothing much is going on. It continues to lightly drizzle and I continue to lose all my knowledge from school, my IQ (which I have no idea what it is) dropping day by day. Soon, I'll lose enough of my limited intelligence that I fear I'll be unable to compose a post. But until that day I'll try to post, if nothing else, about suicidal flies or something.