Is it OK if I find this funny?

My oldest friend's erstwhile crush, Archie Bunker, is at it again. Amid all of his rather disturbing -- though, I guess, not surprising -- posts about the Trayvon Martin tragedy are his Twitter rants about customer service at the deli counter of his neighborhood Vons grocery store. The thing of it is, though, he has been aiming them not at @Vons_Pavillions, which is their twitter handle, but at @Vons, which is just a guy named Owen.

Archie doesn't mean to, but he can bring a smile to my lips.

Thank God my friend appears to be over him! I know this means I can stop monitoring him, but then I'd miss gems like this.

Look at My Little Man!

Ok, so he's not perfect. He does begin waking me up at 5:30 AM and he still gets off on knocking things over and howling and scratching the furniture and drapes.

BUT he does do it all less. And, blessedly, the peeing on my paperwork seems to be a thing of the past.

A lot of this turnabout comes from Reynaldo having his own domain. The above kitty condo is his and his alone. Occasionally Charlotte will climb into the bottom compartment, and Joey will playfully slap at Rey to initiate playtime (always welcome), but for the most part the other cats respect this as Rey's territory.

As Jackson Galaxy recommends, for every "no," a cat must have a "yes," and this is Reynaldo's "yes." I appreciate how hard he is working at trying to communicate with and please me. I am hopeful that soon this months-long nightmare period will be behind us.