The cold must have done something to us yesterday, because everybody was completely wigged! That stoopy little Ivan was the worst -- after completing his usual morning torment of me (for hours), he ran all around the house yelling (for even more hours), and when he finally stopped doing that, he picked a fight with Elliott. Elliott! Mom got just a little cross with his antics.
I may have snapped a few times in the general vicinity of Izzy's ears and back legs. But at least with me it was all in good fun.