Time is not flying

I have been introduced to the new lodger. I say introduced, but it was hardly the kind of greeting I am used to. For the last week I have been subjected to being stared at, my chair assaulted from all sides and its fabric scratched by her nasty claws, her juvenile, thin face peering at me, lips being licked when I attempted to stretch my legs and move onto the floor, MY litter tray being used as her pissoir, my food being eaten (if you can call the new diet she's put me on 'food',) and my bed position totally out of bounds.

I am considering applying for an ASBO for 'Scarlett', for that's what they call her. Scarlett, scarlett..what a rough old harlot! And she's had kittens I reckon. Probably a teenage mother, she looks so young.

Come back Olive, all is forgiven!

So you can see, my time is NOT flying and I am under seige. I may as well be in a war zone. I may as well be on my table all the time for all they'd notice.

I did manage a small tortilla chip.