Friday afternoon and I'm finding it very difficult to get any work done in the office. It's this bloody cat. You try typing a report with a wee ginger bastard climbing on your head and walking across your keyboard.
This might turn out to be a great big mistake. Or not. We shall see. And to make matters worse I think it has testicles,
And the kitten said, (I think it means 'feed me you fucker.')