It's been nearly three weeks now since I brought home that little cat from Mr. Twist's office in Magical Catastrophes, and I hate to say it, but that creature is an absolute nightmare. The other cats are quite put out, but even if he is a horror, I can't just set him out to fend for himself, the poor dear, especially now that he has a name (Mr. ( Read more... )

Well. Today's issue of the Free Spirit will be lining the cats' litter box when I get home this evening, that's certain. (Who on earth set a copy on my desk, anyway?)

Honestly, who are their political sources ("Oliver?"), and since when have I been pushing things to the forefront of the political agenda? And why shouldn't we use Death Eater's ( Read more... )

My mirror pointed out this morning how grey my hair's become in the last few years. I suppose it must be from stress, because I do think I'm still too young for it to just go naturally. Before she passed away, my mother used to exclaim that she was so jealous that I'd made it past fifty without a bit of silver. The dear woman, she was always so ( Read more... )