>In more ways than one. It’s cold outside, and it’s cold inside, and I think I have a cold. Or a really bad allergy attack going on. Whatever. I feel totally crappy for the umpteenth day in a row. Hmmm. The cup in that woman’s hand makes me think of tea. I’m going to go make myself a cup, since Simon will NOT ever do it for me. Doesn’t he get that I’m the one who feeds him and cleans out his litter box? A little reciprocation would be nice, kitty.