he doesn't pay rent

Little Slinky has officially moved in. He refuse to return to his home except occasionally to eat, and comes back as quickly as possible.

Last night Gypsy Tart came over to get her suitcase back from me, and our nice neighbour knocked at the door. She went to open it and Slinky went along to see what was happening. When he saw it was his owner he ran upstairs. Now our neighbour is very nice, and is not a cat abuser or anything, but how must she have felt to see her expensive pet hiding from her? I feel very bad about it, but cats just go where they want to. You don't really have a choice about it. My old cat, Gilbert, always used to hang out with some elderly neighbours and just come home to vomit up the liver they fed him.

Slinky has settled into a nice routine now we have given up on throwing him out. He insists on sleeping on, and in our bed, and I was very glad of this last night, as the house was still very cold. I am one of those weird people who chucks out a load of heat at night, and Slinky, love him, never complains.

I am also very pleased with Tony Blair today. In my simple little world, I think that he is setting a good example for once. He's also grabbed a load of business for Britain which I'm not quite so sure about.

I have also liked reading 'Jarhead' by Anthony Swofford (***), but nothing else I've read recently has really grabbed my attention. I still haven't taken those silly 'Bible Code' books back to my colleague yet, as I still don't know what to say about them without offending her.