this cat haunts me

It may be due to me being here all day that has led to the growth of a second shadow – my cat, tawney – or my hermit mind wanting total isolation but. Whatever way I turn the cat is always there. Either she has feline alzheimer’s, a phenominal stomach worm, or she needs my company and the only way she knows how is to pester me ceaselessly for food. It is driving me mad with rage. I could lock her outside but I am too nice a person for that.
In other news I have bagged all the loose change in the house (all £33 worth of it!!) and taken it to the bank. The fucking paper boy delivered the Times this morning. He (I assume that is a “he”) didn’t even manage to put it through the letter box and left it on the door mat. Bastard.

I am reading a book about a British man’s trip around China. I got it last week from the well stocked travel section of the local library and its called Green Dragon, Sombre Warrior by Liam D’Arcy Brown. So far it seems as though this bloke knows as much about the area as the locals and that the discovery achieved through “regular” travel seems lost on him. Still, I am only 50 pages into it, things can change!