What a lazy weekend lies behind us and it was grand. Apart from the usual cleaning we pretty much just did whatever we felt like. We even managed to sleep in on Saturday, which is a rare thing.
Our two cats tend to beg for food and some TLC at five in the morning. No wonder they call it the "cat test". You test with cats first if you are ready for kids. Ok so I can't leave my baby to itself in the sun on the windowsill or bring it into the backyard at night. Not if you don't want to get arrested anyway. But for someone that is self sufficient and that did not have any responsibilities to this day, taking care of those two nutcases is a pretty big deal.
After half a year together they still don't socialize and manage to get along only 10% of the time. The majority of the time either of them tries to chase the other down the hallway, under beds, over the couch and up the scratch post. Well we haven't given up hope that eventually one day they will...but I don't want to jinx it by uttering the words out loud.
On another note. Why did they stuff a pair of tube socks down David Beckham's underwear? At the risk of sounding totally gross but it looks as though his Armani clad bulge is going to poke your eye out. Is anyone else grossed out by this aggresive display of his "golden balls" or whatever it is they call him over in England, or do you find it rather appealing???