under another sun

Belated birthday celebrations, cat protests and fascists Calliope mental this morning I suspect made tetchy by being unable to get to the fish. Biting my feet without provocation as I got out of bed, and then springing about savaging Lorraine's socks for at least ten minutes. When I got downstairs the fish food had been removed from a shelf, bitten open and emptied into the killing field rug. Despite many cat nose prints on their glass, the four angels slightly less timid and looking pearlescent in the natural light. Did no work today, instead food shopped, bought Janet a belated birthday present, and helpfully offered you-don't-want-to-do-it-like-that suggestions to Lorraine who was having to do some weekend work. Also attended another meeting of Twitten denizens. These are quite cheery affairs, and my neighbours are a likeable lot. All gathering in a knot in the sun, and then drifting into Chris's house, which has a long room lined with chairs, which is becoming our civic...