Yer dinner's in the cat....

......and so it was. Nancy had phoned to say she made a herb crusted chicken breast in the oven; she was going out so it would be waiting for me to steam some veg when I arrived home from work. The oven dish was on the hob top when I arrived home, but no chicken. Looking around I could see the remains of some silver foil and on closer inspection it was clear that a cat burglar had made of with my tea. Sparky was sleeping on Owen's bed with a very full tum......little bastard.

Now, this is very cool. You'll need Google Chrome, but take the time, it'll be worth it, I promise. Thanks again web meister Rosco.

Oh....I lost the car too. It's a long story.

Oh oh.....this looks excellent; Unabombers are magnificent. Anyone want to chum me?