So I thought I was being really nice to my cat on Tuesday, running to the shop, spending silly money on some motion activated ball in a tube - very technical - get him a catnip refillable toy, lots of nice food... get home produce these for him, turns around and walks out the room. Fair enough, he's a cat, he's an ungrateful fkkr! Seems very keen on showing me what's next door. Better take a look. Head next door. Glass and feathers and blood covering pretty much every surface in bedroom, a whole window pane smashed out... cat walks to a particular place in the room, shows me triumphantly beheaded pigeon.
As I piece all the jigsaw together in my head I conclude that said pigeon flew straight through the window, not realising it was glass. I notice this because there is pieces of pigeon wing stuck the broken glass on the bed. As if that's not bad enough a day. Sht, I just flew threw a window and broke my wings. Oh god, what's that big black ball of fur? Oh god, oh no...
I'm telling you this, because I'm now really cold and have been sleeping with a window missing for the last two nights... and I really have to go and buy a pane of glass. That and get the blood out of the carpet.
Can I leave with some good stuff and we have a proper catch up next week?
OK, love you. x
In fact I don't really have much good stuff this week either.
We're now officially in recession - thumbs up emoticon.
A bit amusing - Colbert For Cain
Describe your sex life with a movie title... ummm Lord of The Rings?? uh, yeah mate.
Buy new Radioactive Man - it is great. That the Hardway Bros and you've done well this week.
Right, really can't feel my feet... must run x