Catfights.
Wahoo. Me again. Trying to get back into the swing of it all. So far I havent gone much further than the boudoir or this pc and I cant cause enough trouble from here so it looks like I'm going to have to hit the streets of London some point soon. Lulu's been quite a character since Iv'e been home. Never a quiet wallflower she has to let me know that I am a bad Mum for leaving her and her way of doing so is causing as much of a nuisance of herself as felinely possible. Wonder where she gets it from? Anyway, I started writing my first proper diary entry which had a fair amount in it, and before I knew it her little paw had thumped down on the key pad. On ONE key which happened to be DELETE!! Before my brain kicked into gear to get her off it my entire rant was gone. Bitch. This morning - I was hoping for a Lovely lie in for once - I was woken by a furry object squeezing her way down my side under the duvet. Ignoring her hoping she would go away she carried on, managing to wriggle down far enough to bite me on the backside. She is currently crying from behind me at the top of her voice - pushing her head against my chair legs and wobbling me as I type. We are NOT speaking as yet and I do not intend to go anywhere near the jellymeat whiskas cupboard for the forseeable future.
Anyway where was I? Oh, about getting out. Six builders are working outside my flat in the street and next door which is making it difficult to leave without wolf whistles and cries of delight - "man see woman" - type behaviour (said in gruff husky drawl). Normally entertaining and I always like to cheer people up but they've been there for six months now and my patience has worn a little thin. I tried putting the rubbish out one day with a scary bleary eyed hangover, scarecrow hair, no shoes, wearing an oversized pair of mans pyjamas for full unsexy effect but I forgot my bra so it backfired and now they wait for me eagerly each day.
After six it is.......
Right. I'm feeding her. I'm not giving in you understand - I just neeeeeed a bit of peace to work. She won't be laughing when she sits her furry bum down as I'm going to line her bed with drawing pins.
