09/04/2008 - 6:38 p.m.

I thought the cat was mad at me for assisting in flea-ing. But now he is sitting on my arm having a wash.

I'm not sure what the big deal is. We use the stuff you dump on the back of the cat's neck. But Fuzzy always takes it as a major affront.

Work was work. I have all 6am starts next week thank goodness. The downstairs Dish-lex (it's actually a Hobart but same difference) was finally being fixed today as I left - it only broke last Thursday. Sigh.

Bels