I thought he was getting heavier...

Since the first couple of days, when I lingered until they'd finished to make sure they didn't fight over food, I've been giving the cats their meals and leaving them to eat in peace.

Today, I went back into the kitchen for whyever, just after Mac had left it; and I found Barry face down in Mac's chow, finishing off. So I picked him up, and Mac went straight back to his abandoned breakfast. I guess this means I have to hang around hereafter, to make sure they both get fair shares (tiresome, they are!) - but the big question is, if Mac chases Barry all over the show and B just squeals and runs away, but Barry can muscle Mac away from his food without any argument from the youngster, which one's dominant...?

I can has chocoburger?

In which I create and prepare an all-new dessert, in forty-five minutes flat...

If it's nasty, obviously, I shall never mention it again. If it's nice, though, it shall be called Chaz'z Quadruple-Chocolate Bread and Butter Pudding, for lo, chocolate is in fact the only dessert. And this is chocolate-and-sour-cherry bread (which is double-chocolate in itself, for it's a chocolate dough with chocolate chips embedded in it along with the dried cherries), made into buttery sandwiches with real chocolate chunks for filling, in a chocolate-and-vanilla custard. Basically, what's not to be gorgeous? But we cannot know for sure until it's been in and out of the oven and down via people's gullets to their nether regions. With cream.

PS - Mac got to lick out the mixing-bowl, and is so ridiculously pleased with himself, he hasn't noticed he's got chocolate custard on his whiskers. Unless he's saving it for later...