I arrived home late from Dublin last night, and immediately drove to my father's place, where a clowder of cats awaited impatiently to be fed. My father, you see, is away enjoying himself for the weekend, so someone is required to provide nourishment -- and a target -- to Bilbo, Jinx and Triscal. And that little task falls to me.
So I managed to stagger into bed and sleep like the dead by midnight after ensuring the well-being of the cattery; and being bitten twice for my troubles. Bilbo has anger management issues ...
