Tragically, the cats, whom pp loves much more than Molls, show no signs of having even noticed that he's not here. This probably carries some sort of rather depressing message about life and love....
In other news I made a veggie lasagne this evening that was jolly nice even though it only had one mozarella blob and a tiny bit of parmesan on it and was otherwise practically all vegetables. Who'd a thunk. Mmmmmmmmm.
edit: and now I have been summoned from a perfectly nice hot bath by an unearthly howling, like that of a dog tied up in a barn and abandoned for days on end! Get a grip, dog!