Must be the wicked grin, luv, because he's just as bad as I am about the books, etc.

Besides, I had to start informing him after I came home one day to find him conversing with the latest arrival, a 3-legged cat that had taken over his spot on the sofa. The Prussian Shithouse turn Spanish Inquistion: "Who ARE you? Do I know you? You LOOK familiar, but I could have sworn when I left thismorning you had four feet...have we met??"

~Elle