Ow

Sailing might be good fun, but every little bit of me aches today (except, suprisingly for my stomach). I can hardly bear to leave the house and haul my aching carcass around, but the prospect of Slinky without food and the screams that would ensue, strike terror into my heart and I must go to the shops.

He has been relentless in his attempts to break me, by banshee like wailing, until I collapse and he can lie on me. You have no idea how truly annoying this is unless you are the parent of a three month old with colic, or have an elderly Burmese cat in your life. No amount of cuddling or putting him in his nice little sling bed helps, he just wants a human to lie on and I am the only one in the house. Don't even think ah, how cute for a second. He is a truly horrible specimen of cathood. He is the scrawniest cat around but takes delight in tormenting Gypsy Tart's cat by staring at her through the cat flap and hissing at her. When she and Ra take to the garden, he appears on the garden wall to stare and intimidate them until they return to the house. He's probably frightened they'll take his cosy living from him and the ways things are going, that's a distinct possibility.