13 July 2005


I really didn't want a cat, but Ernst Blofeldt made it so damn fashionable. I ended up with a black one, (Sooty), as I thought it fitting, what with all the path-crossing possibilites.

Alas, the lazy, fat little sod spends all of his time sleeping and showing generally poor judgement.

His last lapse of judgement was to fall asleep nestled in a pile of dirty lab coats.

Apparently, Sooty was not aware exactly how much bleach it takes to get blood and chemical stains out of white clothing, but I think he has a fair idea now.

"Sooty", being irritated for some reason, would like some "Alone time"

And that's the way I likes it.