Dear Demented Domestic Diva

I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
I'm gonna wash that man right outa my hair,
And send him on his way...

South Pacific

Madame perhaps needed the dishwasher I was emptying to rid herself of her brother Max, or some sort of feline spell. Two level living is continuing with a bit too much glaring and staring from her. Only a small rumble of growling, so things are about the same, the toll on the humans is less this time.

T is still coughing and sickly, it's a quiet day of rest, books, chocolates and more chocolates.

For the Record,
This day came in sunny with blustery winds.