My cat was out last night, protecting her patch, yo. Now she's sleeping and I'm pulling little tufts of fur out of her. She's too old for this. It's like Judy Dench going out and kicking ass.

Meanwhile, the people sending me kisses and crushes and happy spells and stuff like that, the problem is that I'm not going to sign up to the silly services to get them and find out who sent them because I am the Apathy Queen (and you shall all bow down before me). Sorry. But I get a warm fuzzy, truly I do.