Michael had a pussy rubbing around his legs this afternoon.
No, I wasn't feeling frisky, it was just Morticia.
She had been lying peacefully on our bed having a catnap when Michael decided to tease her. He brought in a lovely piece of steak and proceeded to wave it around her head and swing it just out of her reach.
Needless to say, he was like the Pied Piper for the next few hours. He relented enough to cut her a small piece, she was ever so grateful. She'll probably sleep on his legs tonight instead of mine.
Michael has spent the afternoon making dinners for the next few days. Tonight is crumbed steak, tomorrow night is a beef madras curry, Tuesday night is spag bog, Wednesday night is an Angelo chook variation. I'll make my tuna mornay for Thursday night, as Mim likes it, and Friday night is pub night again.
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