Sitting on the couch with a laptop trying to get some work done. Or, more likely, catching up on my Sibernet emails. This thing called work keeps interfering with my Siberian life.
It is nice and quiet (never a good sign) and all three hoodlums were asleep on the various couches and chairs.
Suddenly, the TV cuts on. Off. On. Off. On. Off.
Looking for ghosts, I look over and Rusty is pawing the remote and the TV is going on, off, on, off, on . . .