His Royal Feline Lordship Tiger is utterly horrified. Last night,
Cardiff had the best part of 3" of snow. This now means that himself
will get cold feet if he even so much as gets out of bed, let alone
sticks his nose out of the back door. He is appalled.

Of course, it's *MY* fault that there is snow outside the back door, the
front door *AND* the window. He's letting me know it too. Pandora is
equally as horrified and went back to bed in a huff this morning and
hasn't got up since.

I'm such a well trained slave, I went to Tescos and bought them some
fresh mackerel fillets to make up for the snow and them not wanting to
go outside. I picked out the fish on the fresh fish counter and even got
the fishmonger to fillet it for them. Of course, they made it clear that
they were only eating it because if they didn't, they would starve to
death because of the snow.

I 'm not pussy whipped by my cats. Oh no, not me.