Ah Liz T - if you're reading this, you'll know exactly where I'm coming from.
There comes a time – approximately now – when you wonder if you talk about your cat a bit too much
You know, like you're turning into some mad old cat lady who's going to be eaten by her hungry feline friends about 3 weeks after she collapses on the linoleum.
Becuase about one on four of your birthday cards suddenly seems to feature..
A cat.
Some cute, some sassy, but all of the 4 paw, whiskered, I-can-lick-my-own-ass variety.
Fortunately, the other 3 out of 4 cards still have some drunken old bag on the front, brandishing an empty glass and calling out for more booze / extra crisps or a totty shag…
So some things – thank god – never change. Phew x