Mr C deliberately looks sweet when my supper hoves into view.
All wide-eyed and kitteny, he suggests he might be at risk of feeling nervous, so I give him a pat and sit down next to him.
Only then do the eyes narrow to slits.
I won't let him steal from the plate, We Have Standards In this House. Licking the plate and being fed the good bits is different :)
I'm cancelling V-e-t tomorrow because the washing machine has finally blown up and meds will have to wait a bit, infuriatingly. Since Xmas the kettle, oven, washing machine, pc, internet, telly, hoover, and 3 lights have all died violently. Oh, and the coffee machine which is my sophisticated electronic life-support system :) Now I think about it this explains penury.
Do you think I might ask the landlord to check the electrics, it's a staggering amount in 8 weeks isn't it.
Can't face the Heated Throw going, there will be a revolution. 