While I am sitting here, minding my own business, the realisation just hit me that I have to actually start working next month. Eek. I wonder if I'll like it. Maybe I should execute Plan B and become a cat. They just eat and sleep and then relax to recover from all that eating and sleeping. Sometimes they scratch something.

Well, nowadays they have to chase the Ugly Hamster that Silke brought home. (She had bought a Happy Meal with the Happy Expectation the toy was some kind of computer game. Instead it was Ugly Hamster). I actually think he's kind of cute. Short and stout and wears a green cap. Now the cats are sic'd on him and he looks afraid. Very, very afraid. Poor little hamster guy.