Cat-sitting, we're cat-sitting.

We have been very fortunate to have been given a place to stay for two weeks until we leave - we're house and cat-sitting for Nathan and Daryl while they honeymoon it up in the Balkans.

Vyvvyn is a beautiful cat, and she's slowly warming to our charming and beguiling ways. However she gave us a heck of a fright last night. We were sitting on the couch, contemplating bed... and suddenly heard a very strange noise which sounded like a small child - or, more dramatically, a small POLTERGEIST child. We spun around to see Vyvvy vomiting up a very attractive hairball, and a whole lot of cat food. Yum. Quentin stepped in and saved the day - whadda guy.

EDIT: I realise the last two posts have mentioned vomit. Sorry about that, will try to move away from such filth in future.