In a devious ploy to receive more tuna or roo on their dinner plates

the cats tried to put me out of action. Don't tell me they weren't laughing their furry arses off when I slipped on their spilt water and ended up a painful lump on the kitchen floor.
Back from the doctor's: nothing's broken just sore. So I'm bound up and couch bound and on painkillers. With Netflix for company. If you wanna help me out with cooking small meals I'll let you hold the remote control and other attractions.