It was fate that I called Eddie (from Coles) at 7.08pm to ask whether or not he'd have lasagne for dinner. If I hadn't, he wouldn't have traipsed to his room to retrieve his phone, thus he wouldn't have discovered the lil fella basking in the middle of the carpeted corridor under the ceiling light, before a certain frivolous kitteh in the house did.

Say hello to Satay!


Oh, herro x)



Why diz rock be hairy?


U gots to be keedin' meeh. U guys can gives me a bettah house den dis!


Oooh adventure..

Gonna check out the pet shop tomorrow and get some proper equipment. But shhh... we're keepin him against the law.