I always feel like somebody's watching me. Are you singing it now too? I can't read or think those words without singing it and I'm going to be singing it for the rest of the day. Ever since I woke up to this stink glare from the fluffiest cat on the planet. It's a two way street though, I spend a lot of time staring at him. My stare is just less menacing and more loving. He clearly wants something from me, and my guess is tuna. This cat is insatiable. More so than any cat I have ever met. Although when I think about it, I haven't known too many cats. I don't want to give him too much credit. Living with him has definitely increased the amount of time I spend singing that Rockwell song (in my head of course). And I will admit, whether or not he is plotting my death or just wanting something, I feel pretty special when those eyes are directed at me.