queen shark

It occurred to me while washing up 1 ½ weeks worth of plates, clearing up clothes that have long since dried, washing the sink, contemplating hovering etc, that the cat and the mafling probably went through similar things on the eve of the shark. In fact I know the catster did as I admired her work! It must be rather like being the Queen, except that there's no smell of paint. It’s a good job that the shark knows and loves TH foibles as I fear that he will buck the trend.