Life, the ******** and everything.

I've gone off kittens. He climbs my trousers when I'm least expecting it. Which is funny when I'm wearing my old work jeans (you know, from before they started adding lycra and jeans were jeans and lasted forever and were thicker than the canvas of your average squadie's kit-bag)... but not so funny when I'm wearing my nylon hiking pants and it's 6am.