Last night, the evil malevolent downstairs cat, who we refer to as "Ginger Cat" got stuck outside beneath my window and spent much of the night meowling miserably. Poor thing. I refuse to invite him in after several miserable violent encounters, but apparently someone down there is caring for him, he's enormously well-fed, at least. Anyhow sleeping was a struggle, and nobody had bothered to get him by 3am. Why are people mean to their kitties like that?
Nngh so tonight, DG, in the new/old location woo woo! And now? Noodles. Calling dentists.