Cats

Why is my little cat Bean so strange? Each evening we follow the same ritual. I open the door to let her in for the night. She sits there on the mat outside like she's been patiently waiting but then refuses to come in. The only way to entice her in is to shine a torch on the floor and wiggle the beam around until she can't take it any more and pounces on it. Daft little thing. She's just come and rubbed herself round my legs now. And now I can hear Elmo in the kitchen trying to get the lid off Bean and Bill's meat. He's so greedy, he'll try and wolf it all down and then he'll be sick because he can't eat meat. Fat git.

In other news, I have been avoiding phoning the agency to get another job after this week. I must do it tomorrow. I need to figure out what the hell I'm going to do with myself...

ETA: Sirius/Remus - my new OTP! I'm so fickle.