I want to be a cat.

Actually, I want to be my cat. Nice life, eh? To be fair, I hardly feed him as he prefers to look after himself and comes home to his bed (our bed) when he needs a snooze and a snug. Oh, and deposits paw prints and fluff all over the quilt. Nice. Oh and those are the paws and claws of a Killer. Beepster, my Big Bad Boy.

His brother however, Meepster, seldom leaves the house and needs feeding and snugging and cosseting all the time. Cutesie-pie.

Capitulated today and went to docs. Well, almost begged to go to the docs. Most unlike me. Big painkillers and anti-inflammatories. I have a jolly impressive pain threshold normally, but this little lot, this weekend, has been quite intolerable.

Looking forward to some pain free sleep.

Night all, F x