I cooked dinner last night! Steak with pepper sauce [out of a sachet], and Fettuccine Verdi [out of a sachet]. But I cooked it all, and it was all good. Except for the moronic male who decided to use stinky hardcore glue in the room where we were about to eat. He seems to have neglected to notice that your meant to use it in a well ventilated area.

I got to dominate my side of the bed last night... the night previous, Panther darling first took over my pillows [he nested on them while my head was on them], so I stole Ben's pillow, and whilst I loitered over the other side of the bed, he moved off of my pillow and claimed my whole side of the bed.

ooh, I was just meandering around the internet, and I found this, now who *doesn't* want a cat on their ass?