My week has just been a series of miniature cluster-fs. Even VOTING was screwed up this morning. I've written, as Rex frequently states, a "strongly worded letter" and am letting that one go now. The other cluster that started up last night just has my mind twitching. I can't believe what I was asked to do. Partly because it's just absurd and partly because it felt like a test to which affection was tied (despite reassurances that it was just the male "I want I want now" mentality). It wasn't anything perverted - so get your minds out of the gutter!

Update: Vixen only got up twice last night - and she's had a bit more rice - hopefully by this evening we'll be feeling 100%. Time will tell I suppose.