the corner office

We were out for dinner last night. Not content with allowing us to go out and have a nice time and come home and blissfully pass out, the universe conspired to Complicate Things. We got home and noticed that the neighbour's cat was kipping under Ronwen's Golf. "Hope it's not dead" jokes Ronwen. "Ha ha, I'll check", laughs I. I hop out planning to pet & play with the cute blighter while Ronwen heads off to park the Volvo. By the time she gets back, it has become quite apparent to me that this cat is, unfortunately, an ex-cat. We decided that it would be best dealt with in the morning, secretly hoping that it would miraculously cash in one of its Nine Life Coupons, wake up and prove us wrong.

No such luck. Neighbours are a bit cut up about it this morning when Ronwen told 'em, by which time rigor mortis had set in and it was looking a lot less peaceful than it had last night. Aaaanyway...