Coffee Helps

Have just returned home from a night out with the family, about which I shall no doubt be blogging when I’m more awake. I do, however, just have time now to remark upon the fact that when I arrived back home I realised that in my absence, Jay had been in the house checking his email or something. I knew this because of the additions to a shopping list I’d started and left on the kitchen table.

Under the heading THINGS NEEDED, I’d started to note down a few items as I remembered them. The last one, at the time I left the house, was Cat Litter. There are now a couple of helpful additions, so my list now reads like this:

Cat Litter.

Cat Headstone.

Doghouse.

Dog.

To be fair, he did try to call a truce with Kat when he returned to Ballymena after Christmas, and she promptly attacked him as if he were a small, disease-ridden rodent. And earlier today I accidentally hit him in the eye with a cat toy, which I honestly only intended to throw gently at him.

I fear I haven’t done much to improve their relationship.