I had been planning introducing my youngest to you all in more fun way (I was going to show you his entry on kittenwars.com -- yes, my youngest is a black'n'white cat by the name of Eric) but of course he had to spoil all of that this morning...

When I came down into the kitchen at around 6am this morning (enroute to the office to take over from the Solution Centre nightshift) I found the chicken my girlfriend had taken out of the freezer to defrost intime for tonights dinner, sat on the kitchen floor, ripped open and half scoffed.

There are two cat's in our household, the aforementioned and Lita (the big sister). Lita (so I'm assured) would never get up on the kitchen work surface -- in fact Eric's only been known to do it twice in his two years!

OK, make that threee times; so nobody saw him? Nevermind, I just use father's intuituion and came to a quick decision, given he was caught with a bird in his mouth at the weekend (and then propmtly made a run for it, with the bird, under the hole in the fence) Eric was clearly at fault! He was quickly and quitely shown the relevant evidence, and then quitely told not to touch anything like that again (I recall a little wigging of the index finger was involved) then he was put down and promptly tried to run out into the back-garden. Except the cat flap was still locked! Well it made me laugh anyway!

Eric, this is everyone. Everyone, this is Eric.

PS
Before you ask, Lita was named by my girlfriend after the WWE erm.. performer: Lita. Although she is often mistaken for being the namesake Reading FC's star forward Leroy Lita!

Eric, on the other hand, is named after Slowhand himself Eric Clapton.