DH has just rung and apologised for not being more sympathetic. He has phoned the vet to register Taqko missing and she said that at her age she has just reached maturity and is probably off looking for "friends"- we know she's in heat because of the constant yowling and rubbing herself on the floor (hence the booking her in for neutering next week) but there are no tom cats nearby that we know of so goodness knows how far she's wandered. DH said she was very reassuring and not to panic just yet. Still, going to pound the streets tonight, shaking a box of biscuits. It'll be in the news tomorrow..."distressed pregnant woman roams darkened streets, armed only with a box of cat biscuits. Witnesses claim she was shouting into the dark and sobbing frantically. We do not have reason to believe that this woman is dangerous to anybody other than herself. However, do not approach her yourself but instead contact the 'Mad Pregnant Woman' helpline for advice".
The best line ever out of Black Books btw is 'Now...which one of you bitches wants to dance?', and in the same tirade 'Hey, you know when you're doing the usual threesome thing you do of a weekend, and the moonlight's bouncing off your heads and your arses and everything, does that not get a bit confusing?' That whole bit is hilarious with Bernard trying to get out of doing his tax return.
Also love:
Rich Guy: Those books. How much?
Bernard: Hmmm?
Rich Guy: Those books. The leather-bound ones.
Bernard: Yes, Dickens, the Collected Works of Charles Dickens.
Rich Guy: Are they real leather?
Bernard: They're real Dickens.
Rich Guy: I have to know if they're real leather because they have to go with the sofa.
[Bernard looks confused]
Rich Guy: Everything else in my house is real. I'll give you two hundred for them.
Bernard: Two hundred what?
Rich Guy: Two hundred pounds.
Bernard: Are they leather-bound pounds?
Rich Guy: No.
Bernard: Sorry. I need leather bound pounds to go with my wallet. Next.
Oh and from Dylan Moran's stand-up I just love 'I control sandwich monkey!'
I want to come to a meet-up. Tis not fair. No house, no cat, no meet-up.