Cooker and Cat. Separate like.
About three months ago, in a puff of electrical smoke, my cooker up and died. In an attempt to save money / lose weight I have largely ignored the fact that I have a very expensive large bench in my kitchen what used to cause yummy heat catalysed chemical reactions in edible things. So last week I booked a service call. Anytime between 8am and 6pm. A brilliant way to spend my one day of my weekend. At 4.30 he finally called to say he was going off sick and wouldn't be over. Thanks for that. I rebooked it for today, my one day off this week, and lo and behold, it's just on 4.30pm and he's still not here
And. Wayward children.
Dave. Has three times this week slapped my face, drawing blood on each occasion, once straight across my right eyelid. I will forgive once, as I was squeezing her paw to make her claws pop out because one seemed a little ragged, and may have been a reaction to pain. The other two times I think she was just being grumpy. Must reassert dominance in my pride.
And. Wayward children.
Dave. Has three times this week slapped my face, drawing blood on each occasion, once straight across my right eyelid. I will forgive once, as I was squeezing her paw to make her claws pop out because one seemed a little ragged, and may have been a reaction to pain. The other two times I think she was just being grumpy. Must reassert dominance in my pride.