Some friends of ours are moving to Singapore and are having to abandon two middle aged cats. The Cat Protection League will take them but intend to off them and use their pelts as mittens. I have to say that that is not how I had understood the term "protection" until now.
Does anyone out there feel they could find a home for the two blighters?
I am doing one of those cases. Last week I had a conference with clients that lasted 4 days. Two of those days were 18 hours long, the others not much shorter. My leader is becoming ever more like Alec Guinness in the Bridge on the River Kwai. I feel as if I am on a death march.
I am used to the sleep deprivation caused by overwork - snatching 3 hours sleep a night for weeks at a time. It could be worse; one look at some recent parents tells me so. Usually I get grumpy. On this occasion I have started to see everyone, and I mean everyone, not just stunners like Michael or Sarah Palin, as being attractive.
I am not shagging their leg like a terrier. I don't even have the energy to wash my teeth without falling asleep face down in the sink, but I have decided that God has done a fine job with the human form. No doubt a few nights sleep and a bag of Tortilla chips should sort me out.
