I had somehow missed that Warren Ellis is writing a James Bond comic book. While this could be fun, part of me imagines this in the book: 'I see you've met my filthy assistants, Mr. Bond...
So the local cat has decided it's time to hang around out from under the bed (at long fucking last, it's been almost 3 months!). For whatever reason, his favorite place is right next to his food dish. Freak.
know that somewhere out there in the night, a cat is tortured and wailing because he doesn't have a chest to sit on and a neck to nuzzle. It ain't here, mind you, but somewhere.
OK, done with 30 hours of work in 72 hours of reality. Pity the housemates can't understand that I might be a bit short of temper and wanting time to myself.