It Must have Been Something She Ate

Poor little Mogwai wasn’t a happy cat the other day. Normally a greed-bucket of note, she turned her nose up at at least four meals. Here she is empathising with Jeffrey Steingarten.


(She’s all better now. She managed about a third of my bowl of – heavily wasabi-spiced – popcorn last night).

In other news, we have no bathroom these days. Only a proper holy grail:


Soon to be replaced with underfloor heating, a rocking shower, heated towel rails, and a Geberit (“excellence in sanitary technology” – you gotta love it). Yes, we will be kings again.