Well you could be mistaken that people have bad days with cats but my little fluffy girl yesterday found all her mousies, pulled them out from under the chair, scattered them around the hall way and through the lounge room into the kitchen where they finally stopped at her food bowls. (Mind you this is like 15 mousies or so - mousies are furry mouse-like looking things with leather tails and filled with catnip). I got home, wasn't paying attnetion and went flying on a mousie in the kitchen - I yelled at Bastet. My flatmate got home - did the same thing - and yelled at Bastet. I cooked dinner, she decided right in the middle of stirring something that it was a good time to want to play. I went to the fridge I came back and right in the middle of the pot was - you guessed it - a mousie - I yelled at Bastet. So you see even cats have their dog days *laughs*.

BTW: I am Bastet's Mum - the Cat from September 10, 2002. She is now 2 and a half years old and I will be posting new photos of her shortly. Thankyou for all the lovely comments - she is chuffed by them all (and so am I).