mcmuffin love

Mr McM: Are you coming to bed?
Me: Are you talking to me?
Mr McM (in all seriousness): No, I'm talking to Slink. He waits for me to ask him if he wants to sleep on the bed.

Two minutes later an unclothed Mr McMuffin appears in the dining room...

Mr McM: F**cking cat's thrown up in the bedroom. Bring the cleaning stuff up.
Me: No. Come and get it yourself.
Mr McM (in very bad mood): You're wearing my dressing gown. Take it off now.

Our heroine throws the dressing gown at Mr McM. He cleans up the cat vomit, then returns downstairs to bin the nastiness.

Me: I'm blogging about you and your nasty ways.

Mr McM just smirks.

Two minutes later, Slink comes downstairs and tries to encourage Mrs McM to bed with lots of yowling. Our heroine gives up. The two males in her house are as bloody annoying as each other.