This fairly standard recipe for fruit and nut fudge looks perfectly innocuous until you realise... it's for cats. Why would anyone do that? I mean, I can understand occasionally feeding them little bits of what you're eating - so far, Katana likes to attack and tear rocket (arugula), is interested in tomatoes only insofar as they roll, is bizarrely keen to dip her paw into our water glasses if she can, and sulked under the sofa all evening when we wouldn't give her any of our dinner. But to make an entire pan of fudge for your pet? It's insane.

In other news, Katana remains ADORABLE. She's all curious ears and big eyes, and sharp claws and teeth. Every cord or thread or string needs to be stalked and pounced on and bitten, so tying one's shoelaces is exciting, and knitting is impossible. Every plastic packet that crinkles must By Law be a kitty treat, because why else would we need crinkly plastic? She's started exploring upstairs, and I sometimes see her face pop up over the edge of the bed, like a little meerkat. We're still trialling whether to leave the bedroom door open at night. So far, she's not been (very) disturbing - she's so small and light and soft-footed - but she won't sit still for longer than a few minutes. Unless she's sulking because she didn't get a frankfurter.

Yes, I am going to talk about her in most of my posts at present. :)