[m i a o w] the cat

Sometimes you get up in the morning and although nothing has changed (except the getting of sleep) you feel better. Despite being dragged from bed by M’s mother calling to ask me ‘how do you find an email address?’ I am feeling improved. Thoughts of a new palm Pilot in the post are doubtless cheering my demeanor - I am also reading one of the few Saint books that I’ve never read before - The Saint in New York which is entertaining me hugely. Even the prospect of M’s mother coming to dinner tonight (and the associated house cleaning required beforehand) has not squashed me back into the malfunctioning mess of the past few days. Now hopefully M will be able resist continuing to ask me ridiculous questions like his latest one: “Did Elton John write any of his own songs?” I think he is going squiffy from too much window puttying.