<wanders in after a protracted absence and discovers that no-one noticed she had left>

<adds a carrot to the snowman in a rude place in a vain attempt at amusement>

<decides that it's not really that funny after all and puts carrot on snowman's head, thus creating a unicorn-snowman>

<wonders if it's a breach of etiquette to take sugar in lemming tea>

<Watches in horror as Xmorpheus passes the sugar to the right. Surely everybody knows that the sugar for lemming tea should always be passed to the left?>
< Tries very hard not to raise eyebrow at this appalling breach of etiquette.>
< Stares fixedly at unicorn snowman until awkward moment passes.>

<ponders the etiquette of sugar>
<stares at the sugar>
<eats the sugar>
<eats the snowman>

<attempts to look as inedible as possible>

<looks speculatively at geg>

<searches around for some marinade>

<attempts to look as young and tender as possible>

<hands Geg dijon mustard and honey>

<steps back, making sure to keep X in eyesight>

< Wonders if CR has always been cross eyed>
< Takes mustard and honey to monochrome cafe, in search of sausage sandwiches and toast>

<gets distracted by Toast (as brought to you by the Toast Marketing Board (for all your Toast needs)>

<thinks that mustard on a sausage sandwich is an abomination before the Great Panjandrum>

<abases herself at the neareast altar and prays fervently for Heinz Ketchup>

<realises that has gone cross-eyed at accussation>

<follows geg to cafe, offers sweet chilli sauce to liven up cafe>

<emerges from doorway in farwest altar with 56 varieties.>

<surreptitiously kicks broken jar under doormat>

Edited for housekeeping purposes.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/17/2011 11:37AM by MistyCat.

<feeds Treehouse cat>

<wonders where her sausage sandwich is>

<discovers that the treehouse has now got a conservatory>

<Observes that not only has the treehouse got a conservatory, but that conservatory has a tree in it, which has a treehouse, and THAT treehouse has got a conservatory as well, which has a tree with a house in it, and in a twisting of space-time worthy of Escher, THAT treehouse is in fact THIS treehouse.>

<While everyone is pondering that confusedly, sneaks off and steals all the ketchup.>

<Places a potted brugmansia in the conservatory, eagerly waiting to see if this is a new way of making more, admittedly only Escherian (Escheresque? Escherous?), brugmansias>

<Smiles at successful result>

<Wonders why Treehouse cat suddenly runs past with sausage sandwich in its mouth>

<has just discovered that all the ketchup is missing. Again. >

<sits at a drawing board in the conservatory to design a Ketchup Thief Trap. It will involves lots of spikes. And possibly a very irritable weasel called Nigel>

<attempts to inveigle a turnip into the cunning ketchup trap>

<looks at the turnip>

<envisages a trap that will involve Nigel the Irritable Weasel running on top of the turnip while it rolls down a ramp towards the fiendish Ketchup thieves....>

<beginning to understand why Nigel the cat is such a strange looking cat>

<wonders what happens if I hang my Escher poster on the wall>

<moves to wall with picture hook, tack and hammer to prepare hanging VM's poster.>

<notices small inscription on wall, reads (silently).>

"Ceci n'est pas un mur - René Magritte"

<ponders>