Belladonna - The Evil Mastermind of My Imminent Demise
It's all true.
Late last night I took a trip downstairs. Literally.
In the dim light from the bathroom door, teapot and empty ice cream container in hand, (ahem), I opened up the stair gate (safety first don't you know), stepped upon a strangely hairy, squashy and suddenly rapidly moving step and... fell down the rest of them onto the slate floor.
Miraculously neither I nor the teapot were broken
What I said is unrepeatable. You would go to hell just for listening to it.
The cat escaped unharmed.
For now.
So, if you don't hear from me for a while. Call 000, claim foul play and blame the cat.
It was most definitely not suicide.
*Photo by Bayat on Flickr
