inevitable weekly Slinky post

Little Slinky sometimes need to go in the middle of the night and tries very hard to wake us up to let him out. Now that he has been banished to the dining room to sleep, we find little piles of poo in the downstairs bathroom, right next to the toilet. I have to confess to some satisfaction that he is clever enough to realise that this is the place to go and that the tiled floor is so easy to clean. However, it's a horrible way to start the day and drives Mr McMuffin insane.

Mr McMuffin has demonstarted his innate manliness this weekend by fitting a catflap to the back door. Slink is highly suspicious of this technological wonder and appears not to have grasped how to operate it. We do not believe him as we know he is capable of using the one in his real home and we have seen him in hot pursuit of Ra and Fluff through the catflap chez Gypsy Tart and Rock Cake. I think he's just pissed off that he has one less reason to scream loudly at us. Haha, Slink, you are not the boss of us...'til next time.

Despite moaning about the poor weather yesterday, it has been ok today and I spent about an hour in the garden before being felled with tiredness (suspiciously like the grotty feelings associated with the Bug Of Which We Do Not Speak) I am definitely going to see my GP this time. After being restored to normality for so long, I am not going to go back to the feebleness of sickness and all those wasted weekends.