Ingratitude, thy name is Felis Catus...

[desperance]

First I give them their breakfast, then I come upstairs to do an hour's work entirely for their benefit, for the better purchasing of kitty-litter and gushyfudz - and what do they do in the meantime?

Yes, that's right. The little beasts ambush the residue of last night's curry and eat all the chicken out of it. Snarl...

In other (and equally unsurprising) news, here's a happy review of Lace and Blade. Which thinks my story is all about the sex, which I don't at all, but hey. There's room for different readings.