all filler no killer

No pictures of the wedding or bairn I'm afraid, as Mr McMuffin has been too distracted by having a new telephone and I've been washing, cleaning and making friends with Gypsy Tart's cat. This cat usually avoids me, but has turned to me in desperation at having been abandoned by the honeymooners and has even allowed me to brush her. This is a major milestone given that this cat has never let anyone approach her wielding a brush previously, yet has the fluffiest and most moulting fur known to felinekind. I can't help feeling a little smug at my skills, I am the cat whisperer, a cat wrangler.

If only I could work this magic on the one eyed evilness that is the Slink. Yesterday he seemed to be feeling a little under the weather and the only thing that stopped him crying was a cuddle. Five hours later, he was still draped across me and I feared that he would have to be surgically removed. Cat wrangler indeed. Slink's bitch more like.