Humanisation

When cats start to behave like the humans, it's worrying. Chippy was stretched out, one leg resting nonchalently on the rump of his mate, taking up as much space as possible, almost flat out. It would not have been the least bit surprising (if he had opposable thumbs and was able to talk) to have him click his fingers and summon one of us
"Oh, I say humans, I'd like a nice glass of milk and maybe some of those lovely fishy biscuits you provide. Yes, that would be delightful"
He was cleaning himself for part of the time, but actually, spent rather too long lounging about looking far too comfortable for a cat.
Wrong.

I am lacking inspiration - it disappeared when I read the leaflet for school uniform for James and worked out that it was going to cost at least £200 to kit him out for school in September, not including shoes, trainers, astro-turf shoes, waterproof PE coat, bag and spare items of uniform!

At 9.30pm, I realised I had an alcohol problem.
Yep - I had no wine. I have been to buy wine (but clearly a very cheap bottle!) and am about adopt the "slouching cat, drunken mummy" pose on the sofa. You never know, I might get lucky!