My cat is amazing! He can play the guitar! He may not be an actor, but he's a pussy superstar!

Full marks to anyone who can tell me the name of the song that this post's title comes from, and the band who sings it!

So I was in the bathroom flossing my teeth this evening (and anyone who knows me vaguely at all will know i have a particularly neurotic and obsessive 4 step oral hygeine routine in the evening - but i digress), and my cat casually saunters into the bathroom and proceeds to throw up on the floor right beside my right foot. It was not a small puddle either, god knows what and how much of it she had been eating. I think the blame may rest squarely on the scrawny shoulders 0f my tiny 7 year old cousin who has been visiting and (i think) force feeding the pets.

I called out for mum's assistance. Obviously i did not want a vomity bear cat interrupting my anally retentive 4 step oral hygeine routine. The funny thing about being back at home is that you suddenly want your mummy to do everything that you are perfectly capable of doing, and indeed do do for yourself when are not at home. Like washing. Or making your bed. Or cooking dinner. Or cleaning up cat vom...

Living at home makes you LAZY!

PS - Is it wrong to gain as much satisfaction from flossing as i do?!?