exhibit a

I will not miss the fact that I live in a subterranean flat.

As I type, there is a crowd of boys outside my window, acting as if they were at the zoo, tapping on the window and trying to play with my cats. While I realize it's harmless--the boys are giggling away as they trace circles in the air, just like they do for the trained seals at the Oceanarium and my kitten is following their movements intently, dizzy with the effort--it kind of bugs me.

It's bugging Beazy, too. She's jumped up to protect Mia and is staring them down. The boys are using their best sign language to try to get the cats to kiss. The cats are not amused.

Now the boys are making raucous monkey noises. Off to rescue both the cats.