Note to self.

Don't forget to put the cat food and water down before you go to bed. At 6am this morning you'd think Armageddon was taking place in Chez-Gil.

Savage fur fights, small animal blood smeared on the walls, the loudest and wailiest of moos as if calls were being made across the meadows in sympathy to other under-fed over-starved fat bastards who do nothing but sleep all day.

I honestly think if I'd waited a second longer to prise myself out of bed for a wee I would have got my head thoroughly clawed in. God praise the good weather will arrive soon. Methinks cabin fever is starting to send my boys over the edge...

They should cut Mummy some slack, it's that time of year they go to the vet...

BTW - steaks a bit burnt - Hubster in the midst of a car crisis conversation not heard of since the Geneva Convention with his bro (no - for the last time my last post wasn't about which 'Bond' you preferred...)