If it takes more than 20 minutes to go through the drive through it no longer qualifies as "fast food."

Honesty does not pay. When I go grocery shopping on a Sunday my husband asks me to go to the Circle K by the grocery store and get him an Icee (Slurpee). I always get him a large one and I know that it will come to $1.70 so that is the money I take into the store with me, usually the correct change. Two weeks in a row now the clerk's behind the register have charged me the wrong price $1.38, for a medium. The first time I politely said "I'm sorry this is a large not a medium" The girl looked at me, looked at the drink, tutted and changed the price. I shrugged. It happened again last weekend, different clerk, but this time she got really quite snitty about it. So much for being honest. I shall just let them screw themselves in the future.

Hopefully by the end of the day the entire nation will be able to sing "Ding Dong the Witch is Dead."

I was cooking dinner on Sunday and had just put a saucepan on the stove to heat up some chicken stock. Lari, my darling Queen cat decided to jump up onto the stove top to see what I was doing. (It is a ceramic stove top). So she sat there watching me chop some potato when all of a sudden I could smell burning hair. Sure enough Lari had draped her tail on the edge of the burner and it was merrily smoke, she of course was oblivious to it. Now I don't know about you but I would be quite grateful if someone pointed out to me that my tail was on fire but Lari however did not take kindly to being removed from the stove top and having the smoldering fur removed from her tail. Talk about ingratitude.

The continuing diary of Ms. Peaches.

This week I decided it would be fun to be a dog so I have been doing "doggy" things. Normally us cats would be awake during the night, checking out stuff with our feline night vision but I retire to bed in the evening now, my bed being a towel that I pull of the towel rail every evening. The female of course always puts it back when I am not looking but I always manage to retrieve it. When the female rises in the morning I trot to the back door with the dogs and go out for my morning walk with them. It has been quite fun being a dog however seeing as dogs don't do some of the best cat things I have been switching back and forth between being a cat and being a dog. For instance dogs don't like chasing birds, well other than Cueball of course, but then Cueball isn't really a dog, he's more like a large polar bear but with much bigger feet, anyway much to my female's disgust I caught a sparrow this week. I supposed she wouldn't have minded quite so much but I decided it would be great fun to put the dead sparrow in the bath tub and play with it. Personally I like it when there are feathers all over the place but female was not pleased. She tried to take the sparrow off me and got even madder when I growled at her, I really shouldn't do that I suppose but it was MY sparrow and she took it. I shall bite her toes when she is not looking to get my revenge.