Well, that was an eventful evening.

Tonight when Avril and I came home from work/college we saw that trampy stinky cat chillin in the living room windowsill so we trapped him in the house.

The plan was to take him to the vets but no, that plan went to shits and cos he was hiding under the old fashioned organ thang for hours; he was still there when we came back from dinner. He bit Mike through his motorbike glove (just to give you an idea of how ferocious he is).

Mike got it out finally and hes now sulking in a kitty box in the kitchen facing the wall in the kitchen. Its tempting to poke him through the bars but a) he'll get really asdlghsdglk >:[

b) its just mean

Oh, And I made a fort out of kitchen things

~*cant be shamed, cant be tamed*~

And we still never ate that sticky toffee pudding I made, lol probably a good job - I cant cook xD *fail as a woman*